The orc kingdom has no formal military structure, let alone the so-called military ideology, and the only standing army is the wolf cavalry of Nord City, which is said to have more than 5,000.

When fighting a war, the main military power still comes from the tribes who advocate eating meat and drinking alcohol.

Among the orcs, the most combative are the giant demons and the awakened berserker warriors.

Like Charol and the Minotaurs, the main task is to do logistics, make fires and cook, feed mounts, and if you're lucky, be the squire of the wolf knight.

Unless the fighters in front of them are almost dead, there is a chance that it will be their turn to be cannon fodder.

The kobold listened to the sound of the horn that appeared again in midair, and then said, "Charlotte, we have to go." ”

"Hey, as soon as the horn sounds, Mom and Dad raise it for nothing."

The sound of the horn after horn made Charol's heart tremble.

Lying flat in his previous life, and now making up his numbers in another world, he never planned to return to Earth alive, and he had no lofty ambitions.

But I don't want to die early!

As an ordinary orc, is it good or bad?

It's at the tail end of summer, and it's not yet autumn.

The food in the orc world is quite sufficient, and most of the orcs do not have a strong desire to participate in the war, unlike in winter, where food is limited, and the battle is over, the old and the small, go south together, and take a fluke to see if they can eat more and have more ways to live.

Today, the team is full of strong orcs, not dragged down by old and weak women and children, and marching very fast.

The commander of the Bolin Valley was Soba, the second son of the patriarch Batith, one of the few eighth-order warriors in the valley.

His huge body rode atop a giant wolf, and his long whip was shuttling back and forth in the endless procession, and the half-horse man Horn, who had just been promoted to herald, followed closely behind him with two small flags in his hand, passing in front of Charlotte, and winked at him with pleasure.

Charlotte pretended not to see it, so let's hold on, try not to attract the attention of the second son, the long whip was thrown on his body, the taste was not good, his small body, it was not possible to die on the spot.

What I'm most afraid of is that it's obviously a duck, but it has the thinking of Quanjude.

The orcs gathered more and more, gradually deviating from the main road, all the way to the southwest, flowing through rivers, through swamps, meadows, over hills, through dense forests, grass roots, wild fruits, poisonous snakes, wild beasts, fish in the river, everything they saw, went into the belly of the orcs.

Orcs are everywhere, and there are no living creatures.

Charol and the Minotaur did not hunt at a high level, and with so many orcs competing, they couldn't get fresh meat to eat, except for wheat porridge or wheat porridge every day, they didn't dare to eat more, and there were still five days to go from their destination.

After eating all at once, the rest of the days can't be passed?

If you just starve to death, you don't even make sense.

"What a life you lived!"

Charlotte's biggest regret was that she had brought less money, otherwise she would have been able to buy some wild things from other orcs.

There are more than a dozen copper plates on his body, and he can't do anything.

Lying weakly under a boulder, looking at the starry sky.

"Brother, can you drink some water?"

Pation handed over the water bag in his hand.

"How long will it take to get out of the desert?"

Charol gulped.

This place is called Chiling, and the main inhabitants are goblins, who are also among the kingdom's conscripts, and their main task is to provide water for the marching army.

That's why Charol had the opportunity to drink for free this time.

No need to spend a copper plate.

Pation put the leather bag under his head and yawned, "I heard Horn say there are two days left. ”

Charol looked around and asked, "Hey, it's just the three of us." ”

Horn was the herald, Neluch the kobold was fast enough to scout, they were all at the front of the line, and the goblin Campbell led his people into a separate army, responsible for building the siege stone thrower, at the rear.

Charol was now left with only the Minotaur and her brother Pation.

"Brother, when the time comes, you will follow me, it's okay."

Pation reassured.

His brother is good at everything, but he is a little timid.

Charol said in a low voice, "Don't be complacent, human cannons and spears are still very powerful, be careful, not for yourself, but also for the old lady, what happened to you, how sad is she?" ”

Pation had already awakened the power of the bloodline, but he was still a first-order warrior, and he didn't even have the qualifications to be a cavalryman, just like him, he fed the Kodo beast and the cow every day, and occasionally bathed and chopped their feet......

This day is worse than ninety-nine-six.

At least 996 is not worried about his own life.

"Brother, don't worry, I'm not that stupid."

Pateaon said with a smile.

He could feel his brother's concern.

"It's good to understand."

Charol patted him on the shoulder.

It would be a bit silly not to even know what the meaning of this war is, and to send it to death for nothing..........

As soon as he lay down, he was woken up by a commotion.

"What's going on?"

Charol rubbed the corners of her eyes, and the flames were rising not far away, and the voices of people were boiling.

The Minotaur ran back from not far away and grinned, "Old Moon Town and Fishspring Valley have started a fight. ”

Charell asked, "Because of what?" ”

The minotaur shook his head and said, "I don't know. ”

Curious, Charol was about to stand up and watch the excitement, when she suddenly heard a continuous stream of screams.

A group of wolf knights rushed over, silver armor shining in the moonlight, long knives passing through, blood rushing to the sky, and skulls all over the ground.

Charol shrunk her neck in fright, and pressed down again on Patiang, who was probing her brain.

It's none of my business.

"The whole team!"

The voice of the second son, Soba, resounded through the camp.

Horn ran back and forth in the camp with small flags.

By the past few days, Charol has roughly understood the meaning of the flag: keep going.

"You pariahs!

I can't let you have energy!

When you're full, you're going to make trouble! ”

But whoever walks slower, under the long whip that Soba wields with hatred, there are always orcs who fall, and life and death are unknown.

Charol didn't dare to gamble on luck that the whip couldn't be thrown off herself, so she unconsciously quickened her pace, occasionally glancing at the minotaur and her younger brother, don't pull it down.

The wrath of an eighth-order warrior is not so easy to bear.

The other orc camps weren't much better, and they were all implicated in the brawl between Old Moon Town and Fishspring Valley.

Running all the way, the original two-day journey was completed in less than a day.

At the end of the desert is a grassland.

Charol lay in a muddy puddle, not moving.

Listening to his brother's loud snoring, Pation hesitated, but dragged him out of the water, and carefully placed a piece of animal skin under his head.