Section 1 Mountainous Area

Anyone only needs to glance at a few glances on a map to know where the Iron Claw Mountains come from. The northern part of the mountain range is one, and as it extends southward, three branches emerge, like the claws of the same bird of prey.

On the map, it can be seen that the sudden rise of the mountain range is like a burden thrown by the gods onto the plain, and the dead skin is entrenched here, and it is almost impossible to tear apart a vast plain that was originally flat. This inhospitable mountainous region turned the Great Plains, which should have formed a state, into the three states of Shem, Tiberius and Turan.

And oddly enough, this is the only mountainous area where no dwarves have settled. Legend has it that in ancient times, there was once a powerful dwarven fortress that was inhabited by hundreds of thousands of dwarves. Of course, this is just a legend (if not legend, then insignificant history), and the Ironclaw Mountains are already a place where the greenskins, the orcs and goblins, the sworn enemies of the dwarves, are infested. No one remembers when the greenskins began to occupy the mountains, but by the time everyone realized the scourge, it was impossible to completely eradicate and expel the greenskins from here.

To be more precise, it's not that there is no such strength, but that there is no such motivation, and few human beings regard this matter as very important. Yes, this is not a good thing! But anyway, the mountain is not suitable for human life, so what does it matter who occupies it? The attitude of the various human kingdoms is almost amazing: build a few fortresses, build some guard towers, and station some troops at the main entrances and exits of the mountains, and then all is done. The greenskins can do whatever they want in the mountains, but if they want to fight their way out of the mountains and attack the human kingdom - then the human army will teach these green-skinned savage creatures a hard lesson! In hundreds of years, no greenskinned army has been able to break through the human defenses.

Since the greenskins are not a real threat, it is not a good idea to spend a lot of money to clear the mountainous area. And as one might expect, after the passage out was blocked, the green skins of the mountains fell into a strange loop. In normal times, civil wars between the various greenskin tribes are frequent, and every ten years or so, a lucky and powerful enough greenskin boss rises up and brings all the greenskin tribes under control. Under the Boss's command, the Greenskins will attack the outside world - and then be defeated by the human army once again, and the cycle will start all over again.

In fact, according to the small number of brave people who went deep into the mountains, the civil war between the Greenskins was far more brutal than imagined......

Ashrufat jumped down the hill and walked towards the center of the valley. There was no doubt that just a few hours ago, the valley had been a battleground of fierce fighting, and the ground was littered with green-skinned corpses, gnawed and tattered by something that had been gnawed by something in the middle of nowhere. The victors have long since left, and now there are only a few small beasts left here to enjoy this unexpected feast.

When Ashrufat approached, the alert critters immediately ran away, but they refused to run far, and carefully watched the uninvited guest from a safe distance.

Ashrufat carefully observed the remnants of the battlefield, hoping to find some useful information from them. But it is really difficult to deduce information about the life and habits of the green skins from such a scene. In fact, he got nothing but the ability to understand that the number of warring sides in this battle should be in the hundreds.

He had been in the mountains for quite some time and had seen more than a dozen traces of such battlefields. At present, the only information available is only two points, the first is that the size of the Greenskin tribe does not seem to be particularly large, all of them are around a few hundred, and at most there are only a thousand. The second is that they are very cruel to losers (even if they are of the same race), and chopping into rotten meat is just a common practice. So far, Ashrufat has not seen any seriously injured survivors, not even intact corpses.

He had entered the mountains alone, and Mimilu had been left behind on the side of Oren. He had promised Mimilu that he would go back as soon as possible, but when he arrived here to start working on Carrie's initial plans, he discovered a major problem.

Carrie doesn't know much about Greenskins either.

Or it is not appropriate to describe it as "not much", in fact, Carrie is just as ignorant of the customs, society, and so on of the greenskins as Ashrufat.

"Carrie, how the hell did you figure out what the success rate was?" Ashrufat asked with a sigh as he ended his search. His only catch was a crude dagger (and full of chips), which was at least a reflection of Greenskin's level of technology. However, this aspect is actually redundant, and Ashrufat has long known that the Green Skin of the Dao is capable of smelting metal, and making all kinds of tools and weapons.

"This ...... Master...... It's better for us not to discuss these past things. After all, it's all gone...... I'm just taking all the unknowns as mixed parameters......" Carrie replied in an embarrassed voice.

This situation is really terrible, Ashrufat is blind to all the situation of the greenskin, no more than the ordinary people know. In this case, it would be easier said than done to infiltrate the Greenskins, let alone find a way to organize an army in the Greenskins that would obey his orders.

At the moment, the only option seems to be to be cautious and patiently aware of the Greenskins' situation – just like he is doing now. Of course, the progress is not optimistic.

His gains these days are really limited. Mainly in the abandoned camps where some greenskin tribes lived, the remnants of battlefields and the like, it was difficult to gather enough information. Eshuruphat couldn't get too close to the Greenskins, as he knew that the Greenskins usually had a good sense of smell in the Scroogs, which made things quite troublesome.

Ashruphat collected some minced meat that was scattered around. He chooses the meat that is far away as much as possible to ensure that the meat comes from different greenskins.

"That's all for today, it's getting dark. Although sleep is no longer needed, Ashrufat still retains his old habits. And there's really nothing to do at night.

He returned to camp, or rather, to the Nightmare Pony. He took a couple of glasses out of the horse's saddle bag and placed the green-skinned minced meat he had collected in the glasses.

"That's it, Carrie?"

"Yes, in this way it is possible to measure the viability of the cells......"

"What am I going to do next?" he asked, and he was completely uninterested in Carrie's inexplicable words. From time to time, Carrie popped up a few terms he didn't understand, and never explained what they meant.

"You don't have to do anything, you just have to wait. If you're bored, practice swords and sorcery. ”

Ashrufat closed his eyes and seized the wind of magic with his own will. With this action, a disgusting greasy filth poured into his body. It's always very uncomfortable to do this kind of exercise, but during this time, he has allowed himself to do three times more training every day than before, and he is more serious than ever.

If he could really cause this war, he would need magic.

That longing came over me again, a thirst for blood.

It was now becoming clear to him that the urge to drink blood was not caused by external causes, but from the heart. It always comes out of nowhere, without warning. You must know that Lu Dao is now in the barren mountains and mountains, and there is no one around him, and there is no one to suck blood at all, but he just has an urge to drink blood, and he fantasizes about the sweet fragrance and pleasant taste of blood in his mind......

Fortunately, there was no one nearby, he just thought about it, and couldn't put it into action, so he could still rationally measure his heart. If he wasn't in the mountains at the moment, but in a town or village, he really didn't know what he would do.

Aerufat closed his eyes, and Wendini appeared before him again. As in the last time they fought, Wentini held a sword made of light on each of his four arms, while his feet were off the ground and his body floated in the air. Half of it was his inner memories and imagination, and half of it was Carrie's help.

Wentini immediately attacked, his four arms intertwined into a storm of lightsabers. Each of its arms is unleashing a unique attack, but the four arms are perfectly coordinated with each other. When it attacks, four swords attack at the same time, which catches people off guard, and when it defends, the four swords attack and defend, front defense and flank containment are staggered, easily disintegrating almost all attacks.

Ashrufat repeatedly confronted Wendini in this imaginary realm, but at the end of the day, he still failed. Wentini found a flaw after a brief tug-of-war, and from there, he took all the advantages. Ashrufat used all his strength to salvage the situation, but it was a desperate struggle. At the end of the day, Wentini's four swords pierced through him together.

Ashrufat opened his eyes, and he found himself gasping for breath, his whole body trembling at the battle in the realm of mind, half fear, half excitement. Then he realized that it was not exactly a battle in the realm of thought, because his body had unconsciously drawn his sword and danced in the clearing, and the messy footprints around him showed that although Wentini was from his imagination, his body was actually engaged in the battle.

He calmed down, reminiscing about the battle and defeat just now, and the urge to suck blood in his heart before was long gone.

It's an effective way he's found lately to quell his blood-sucking urges, and that's fighting. It doesn't matter if it's a real battle or a battle that only exists in the mind. Whenever he tried to perfect his fighting skills and devote himself to it, the thirst for blood would immediately disappear, or at least the urge would fade to the point where it was completely within the control of reason.

"Master, it's dawn. Carrie suddenly said in her head.

"Hmm. Ashrufat looked up at the horizon and watched as the morning sun rose from among the mountains, spewing out a thousand golden rays of light. Sunlight, especially direct sunlight, can make him feel a very uncomfortable feeling. If your skin is exposed to direct sunlight for a little longer, you will feel a slight itching and tingling sensation. Of course, that's all there is to it, and it doesn't really affect his actions.

Ashrufat looked at his mount. At Nightmare Pony's side, the minced meat in the glass has gone bad. This is a normal thing for this kind of hot weather. Ashruphat picked up the cup and poured out its contents.

"Carrie, is there any conclusion?"

"There was only a little limited information, but it was better than expected. Master, I think we'd better read the book. ”