A group of people gradually moved away, and the bodies of the dead and the dead horses behind them were not buried, and they were directly abandoned outside the abandoned camp. This is a tradition in the Bloodstained Lands, and as soon as the people leave, vultures, hyenas, and scavengers will turn all the corpses into a pile of bones, so that the souls of the deceased can escape the curse that envelops the land and go down the path to death.

The Wind Fangs didn't keep up for the time being, they also needed food, and the few dead horses were enough to feed themselves. Unlike the scavengers of the Bloodstained Lands, Wind Fang doesn't even have bones left.

For combat units like Wind Fang, Richard is now constrained not to move human corpses on the premise that there is enough food.

By dusk, Bloodstone Camp was in sight. It is a clearing surrounded by stone peaks, and simple walls have been built between the stone peaks, and the thick stone pillars and stone pinnacles are natural barriers. The watchtowers built on top of them have a wide view, and the range of high-level archers can cover the entire camp.

When he saw Bloodstone Camp, information about the camp flowed through Richard's mind again.

Near the edge of the Bloodstained Lands, not far from the Redwood Kingdom and the Grand Duchy of Blackwater, Bloodstone Camp was one of the first important strongholds for adventurers and caravans after they left the human realm. Bloodstone Camp has a permanent population of about 2,000 people, and the number of caravans can reach 5,000 at its peak. This is also the limit of what the eight underground springs in Bloodstone Camp can afford.

Four of the eight springs in the entire Bloodstone camp are in the hands of a half-orc tribe called Bloodstone. The remaining four springs are controlled by four relatively small forces, and the Blood Scythe Mark is one of them.

Thunder Hammer, the great chief of the Bloodstone Tribe, is also the most powerful controller of the Bloodstone Camp. The fourteenth-level Thunder Hammer, whether it was its own combat strength or the hundreds of powerful half-orc warriors in the tribe, occupied an absolute advantage in the entire Bloodstone camp. Even in the human kingdom, Thunderhammer can at least get a knighthood, let alone the small territory of Bloodstone Camp.

Mark the Bloodsick, Caron the One-Eyed Dragon, Howen the Cripple, and Huley the Razor are the other four powerful figures in Camp Bloodstone. Most of them have about a hundred warriors, and their own strength is between the twelfth and fourteenth levels. Among them, Beardy Razor is also a level 14 warrior, but it is said that he never dares to challenge the Thunderhammer.

Bloodsickle Mark has now become Richard's first target. He is fierce and brutal, a thirteenth level warrior himself, wielding two heavy enchanted short-handled scythes, and has no special abilities other than natural strength. In Richard's eyes, the Blood Scythe Mark without special abilities is the best target to deal with, and with his current team configuration, there are multiple plans to deal with this kind of guy who is just high enough level.

Richard pondered, and before he knew it, he began to wipe his spotless hands on horseback. When he accidentally caught a glimpse of quicksand's smiling gaze, Richard was suddenly surprised. But after a moment of embarrassment, he suddenly figured out something, so he calmly put away the scarf.

Several half-orcs stood guard at the door of the Bloodstone camp, and the arrival of Richard's team also caused them a commotion, after all, the two ogres were too conspicuous, and the dozen or so wind fangs were also a lot of combat power. On top of that, Richard's group was a complete stranger, not a caravan, and the lineup was not like that of ordinary adventurers. For these experienced half-orc warriors, being unique often means trouble.

"What for?" said the orc captain.

Oral tossed the name tag of the Blood Scythe Mark to the orc captain, bowed to Richard, and said, "My master wants to get some barbarian goodies, so come and try your luck." We've already paid the tolls. This is also a prepared rhetoric.

The half-orc captain looked at the name tag, and then at Richard, who was surrounded by everyone with a cold and arrogant expression, his nose wrinkled, and he spewed out two rough breaths, and said, "It's Mark's ** again! Bloodstone Camp doesn't need to be taxed, and this thing can't bring you anything." Mark is a nuisance, so you'd better throw this thing in the trash. Also, since you've already paid the money, you're useless to Mark unless you want to pay more. ”

"Thank you, friend!" Oral said sincerely, handing over a few silver coins.

The orc captain took the money, and his face looked better, but he said, "Orcs and elves don't become friends!"

With a wave of his hand, the orc captain got out of the way.

As soon as you enter the Bloodstone camp, a strong smell immediately hits your face! It is a mixture of feces, rotting food, garbage, and the body odor of slaves who never bathe, and it is extremely lethal, comparable to the sixth-order acid mist technique. All of a sudden, many people's faces changed, and even the expressions of the two-headed ogres were more exciting, and they loved food, and their sense of smell was also particularly sensitive.

The Bloodstone camp is full of high and low houses, and the walls are mostly made of red weathered rock that can be found everywhere, and it can be seen that there has been no unified planning and arrangement, and such a pattern has been formed in the long-term disorderly development and competition for territory. However, in general, it is still possible to see the veins of influence distributed around the spring, such as the high wall between some buildings and lanes.

In the center of the camp stands a five-story castle building, with sharpened wooden stakes sticking out of the walls that reach into the sky, with a strong orc style. There are several flags floating on the castle, and a blood-dripping warhammer is painted on a dark red background, which is the totemic banner of the Bloodstone Tribe.

Aside from the fort, the buildings in the camp were so disorganized that there was little style to speak of. In particular, there is a large area of obvious slums in the west, and the so-called houses in it are made of stones with three walls, and any roof is added to them, even if it is a house, it is so low that any adult human has to bow his head to enter, such as the form of Gangde and ogre, basically do not want to enter without keeping the walls and roof intact. The slums are littered with garbage and dirty water, and there are so many flies flying that they almost turn into black clouds.

As Richard passed by the mouth of an alley, he happened to see several people in tattered clothes with fierce expressions surrounding a cloth bag on the ground. They kept kicking and hitting the bag, and one of them even held a wooden stick with a nail and smashed it on the bag, and with each smash, a dark stain appeared on the surface of the bag.

The cloth bag twisted constantly, making a muffled sound from the inside, and judging by its size, it was probably a person. And the people around him are extremely heavy and ruthless, and they are completely fighting to the death.

Richard stopped his horse and glanced at a few of the people who were doing the murder, frowning silently. These people are just ordinary people, but they don't shy away from committing murder in public, and that kind of bloodlust and madness makes him a little uncomfortable. If the Bloodstained Lands were full of such bloodlust and madness, it seemed necessary for him to adjust his approach a little. This kind of adjustment is the direction that quicksand chose for him.

The men, too, noticed that they were being noticed, so they all stopped and stared at Richard instead. Their bodies were thin and dirty, not strong at all, but their bloodshot eyes were full of cruelty. Although Richard's side was obviously outnumbered, and there were two ogres who knew at a glance that they would never be easy to mess with, they were not afraid at all, and one of them even raised his head and squinted at Richard, with a very obvious contempt and provocation.