The sound of the orcs' air gushing out of their chests through the wide trachea is mostly heavy and low, and the powerful sound symbolizes the orc's tenacious vitality. And when I heard the high-pitched noise again, and it grew louder, I knew Ratchet had arrived.

As I stepped out of the cabin, the dry and warm wind made me feel good. When I got off the boat, I couldn't help but look back, and the scenery was beautiful under the reflection of the stars and the sound of the waves.

The night in Ratchet was quiet, the torches on the docks told me it was the same as before, and the lit windows near the docks told me it was full of people. After two days of leisurely staying, I headed straight for Thunder Bluff. In the time I've been away, there's not much to see from here, there's no news from the humans living in Durotal, and the orcs who allow others to sleep next to the couch are surprisingly tolerant of these humans, for the exact reason for this, but it's true that no news of the conflict has come at all.

However, the centaurs did not stop at all in the barrens, and although there were no major conflicts, there were occasional cases of centaurs harassing Crossroads. This group of centaurs came and went quickly, their ability to grab things is very superb, put it on the lower half of the body and then run away, the number of wolf cavalry of the orcs is not so much, and I heard that they have also suffered losses so they dare not attack rashly, and the large Kodo beast ridden by the minotaur is simply a tool for carrying things, pointing at this thing to charge up and run on the centaur is not to even think about it.

Although they suffered losses, the tribe did not send a large army to conquer because of this, and the two sides pulled back and forth in a small scale and in a small area, maintaining a strange balance.

Another thing is that there is a group of wild boar people living here, there is a magical stone in this group of wild boar people, it is said that this red water crystal stone is magical, orcs, minotaurs, including goblins are interested in this thing, but not many people in the territory of the wild boar people dare to enter, although the rich people of Ratchet City pay for this stone, and the bid is quite high, but few people can bring it back.

And the boar people seem to be becoming more and more manic, they are no longer in their original territory in the southern barrens, and more and more boar people are beginning to appear in the mountains of the northeastern barrens, but no one knows what they want to do.

The people who live here are still relatively nourished, and even the orcs who value blood and glory are very content here, and they don't need to take a ship to the eastern continent to participate in the war, so they don't have to worry about dying because of this. They prefer to work, drink, eat, and gamble. While these greenskins still maintain their belligerent nature, they are quite restrained in the goblin-ruled city. There isn't much entertainment here, and it's amazing that there's no skin, no kids, not a single one.

Most of the foreign races here are merchants or public officials who have been arranged by the tribe to be compradors, and most of them are goblins of the same skin color as the orcs. Although the goblins here are hateful and very shrewd, business is business, and these guys are still very honest.

I took good care of my armor, adjusted my musket and bought some bullets and gunpowder, and when the goblin boss saw my equipment, he not only became interested in my weapon, but even offered to introduce me to work.

Of course, I politely declined, not only because I wanted to go to Thunder Bluff to see Bilgit, but also because of those tasks that I heard about were jobs that could put my life on the line, including the quest to find Bloodstone in the northeastern mountains of the Barren Lands northwest of Ratchet City. There are also missions to get velociraptor eggs and hunt some kind of special velociraptor dragon.

When I asked them what they wanted them for, they wouldn't tell me the truth, they just told me how attractive the pay and pay were.

I hitched a ride on a caravan of the Minotaurs from Ratchet to Thunder Bluff, and it was much cheaper to rent their Kodomon than to rent a Mount from Ratchet City.

I was well impressed by the minotaurs, and the minotaurs in this caravan were just as friendly, they spoke orc language when they communicated with me, and after knowing that I was a forsaken, they showed a very different kind of friendliness than orcs and trolls. It was even more difficult for me to take care of me after knowing that I was the Forsaken Ambassador who came to negotiate back then.

Maybe I'm more good at talking, and when I feel that they seem to have a better relationship with the Hamuel Rune Totem clan, I talk to them more about how I met Bashana Rune Totem back then, and then how I met her. My rainbow farts are pretty useful to these half-human, half-beast guys, and they're more kind to me than they are to orcs.

When you go out, be polite and smile more, and say good things and praise more can really make you suffer less.

It wasn't all smooth sailing, encountering hunting lions, and a centaur patrol that we wanted to rob us along the way.

My bow and musket shooting skills amazed the minotaurs, and the arrows were not missile, and the guns were deadly. The minotaurs knew that the goblins had muskets, but none of them had ever seen them, and my musket was like a small toy in their hands, and they were curious to fiddle with it.

They told me how they had fought with the centaurs for territory, and told me about the miserable years when they had been driven and bullied by the centaurs. But no one knows where the centaurs came from.

After a quiet night at the crossroads, we headed south, re-walking on this dry and dry golden road, and it occurred to me that I would go on and on, and I wanted to go further south and see the world there. Especially after we met a team that was going to the tournament, I was looking forward to the world in the south even more.

The team that had gone to the jousting tournament caught up behind us, and there were orcs and trolls, twenty of them riding wolves or velociraptors, and large Kodo beasts carrying their luggage as fast as they could. When I came into contact, I knew their destination and purpose, they were going to the Thousand Needles Stone Forest in the south of the barren land in the south, and then they traveled westward, and after crossing an entire primeval forest in the west, they would find an abandoned Night Elf ruins in the primeval forest, where the tournament was held.

I don't know how many years ago that city was built by the Night Elves, but I don't know how many years ago it meant that it was abandoned, but how could no one come to this kind of place, and the ogres who fled from the far east took control of it.

The ogre not only took over the ruined city, but also elected a king. Because it was so far away from Orgrimmar and Thunder Bluff, the tribe recognized their existence.

The group of puppets of the orcs are now the masters of the land, and most of the minotaurs don't care who owns the land they don't know, they only know that it is very difficult and distant to reach their Mogaure. On the one hand, the orcs didn't bother to pay attention to them, and more importantly, this group of guys with small heads and melon seeds actually thought of how to make money, of course, that kind of local goblins are naturally indispensable.

Ogres brought their bloodthirsty and murderous qualities to this place perfectly, and it is said that they were happy to open gladiatorial arenas in their hometown in the other world to watch people fight each other, and since they have established their own kingdoms, gladiatorial arenas are naturally indispensable.

And so in the depths of that hidden jungle, a large gladiatorial arena was born in the abandoned city, and now it was a place far more famous than Orgrimmar, after all, those who went there were either the bravest warriors or had to bring a clever brain.

Some people find the joy of fighting there, some find proud honor there, and some make a lot of money there. Of course, there are not many people who can win both, after all, there is only one champion in the end, and most of the losers have little chance of fighting again in the future. This kind of person can get a good reputation for being disabled and determined in the future.

Hearing the Minotaur talk about the place, I wanted to take a look, and they praised me and said that if I participated, I would definitely win the championship, and I smiled and asked if I could use a bow and arrows or a musket. The question made them shake their heads, and they didn't know it.

The group that had gone to the battle was moving away, and looking at their backs, I thought to myself that I was not interested in participating in the battle, but it was perfectly fine to join in the fun. I asked, if there were no humans or forsaken people there. They say not necessarily, that some of the people who fought were freemen, some were prisoners of war, some were slaves, and that there were not all human beings, but they might not be common, and that the Forsaken were a special race they had never heard of.

There are many stories coming out of the Colosseum, and some of the unique warriors and fierce battles will be made up into stories and publicized like news, especially those fighters who excel in stage battles, and their value will be promoted higher by these people who specialize in storytelling, and those who can't make it to the Ogre Arena at the Crossroads or Ratchet City will be rewarded by betting on the bets.

While lamenting that these guys have a way to make money, I also lamented that this seemingly barbaric world is actually no worse than the human world. On the contrary, it seems to be more simple here, most things still don't work, it will be more straightforward, there are not so many twists and turns, and it is not as complicated as the human world.

I like things a little simpler now.

The wind blowing from the Mogaure Fields caressed my face, and the Kodomon seemed to be able to run a lot more after eating the forage here, and it seemed good to settle here.