A convoy of hundreds of people slowly walked on the Warcraft Plain.

It's already the tenth day.

There is no shortage of water to drink on the Warcraft Plains, but the little black bread and vegetable porridge eaten at noon are no longer worth the evening.

He was hungry.

Cook hasn't eaten much in the past few days, and Cook has shared some rations with his young orc fellow before, so he's been eating a lot of grass roots lately.

This wild grass root unique to the Warcraft Plains is very unpalatable.

It's hard to digest and at the same time it has an earthy smell that makes people sick.

But this is not comparable to the stench of slaves.

The smell of blood mixed with the sour stench, and the crowded crowd of slaves resembled scavengers on the rotting corpses of young pups.

In this purple earth, it is constantly squirming forward.

No one knows where to go or where to rest.

A wave of disgust rose in Cook's heart, and he just wanted to hurry to the next supply point to collect his pitiful rations.

He had a vague thought in his heart that he might become a child of a wealthy family in the next life, living a life of eating white bread every day and running around in the warm sun.

The hunger pangs are coming faster and faster, so the day he will fall may not be too far away.

This pessimistic thought made him feel a little desolate, but it was not painful.

Large slave hunting mercenary groups can capture hundreds of orcs at a time, but only one-third of them can be brought back alive.

Their destination was the distant royal capital of Ovia.

There they can be sold for a good price.

Now that orc slaves are becoming scarcer and rarer, their value has also increased exponentially.

It's a pity that the orcs don't even think of a copper plate.

Because they are commodities.

In recent times, they have marched continuously along the ruts on the dirt roads under the leadership of the mercenary captain.

Every day, I walk with weights from dawn until night is complete.

A day's overwork cannot be reversed with a night's rest, and even the resilience itself needs to be restored after a long period of exhaustion.

The gray-blue hair was condensed into strands of muddy water, and the wide wolf claws were covered with blood, and every step was a bloody footprint.

When they arrive at the front supply point, they will be cleaned en masse, and like the goods on display, they will be polished in advance to sell them for a good price.

"Smack!"

The blood-stained whip swung and whipped at the wildebeest.

Familiar shouting filled the cochlea.

The cyan veins burst and proximated, and the gray horns pulled the carts that transported the food, struggling to move forward.

It's just like them, it's a brute.

It's just that it can resist a whip, and the only way for them to be whipped is death.

Bright sunlight reshone on the earth.

A hundred-meter-high wall appeared in front of his eyes.

It lies like a galloping and vigorous dragon on the mountain, and the city walls wind and fall with the movement of the mountain peak.

It was a sight he had never seen before in the tribe.

"Is there really a creature that can break through such a place?"

All the orcs were stunned by the massive structure.

A cool breeze blew from the Warcraft Plains, blowing the orc's hair.

In the breeze, the excited voice of the mercenary leader could be faintly heard

"The Capach Line, it's here!"