Most of the orcs have a sensitive sense of smell, so Chang Hao led the team to move to the downwind, and also smeared some grass juice on their bodies, trying to ensure that the smell of the people on their bodies would not be detected by the orcs to the greatest extent. Fortunately, there is a storm passing through in these days, the air is humid, the slight smell of rain and the smell of grass and trees is very strong, which is a natural protection.

Chang Hao and the others occupied a condescending position, and from this angle they could overlook the entire village.

Ling Xing was different, and they saw the clue from a high place.

The size of the village is too large in every sense of the word. Whether it is the house or the footprints all over the ground, they are all amazingly large. Looking at the pants hanging on the drying rod, Ling Xingyi was wider than his waist, and found that the fat pants could be stuffed with four or five of them without difficulty, and he was still rich.

As the early sun rose, a corner of the village gradually began to move, Chang Hao lowered his body and signaled the whole team to silence, and everyone looked at the foot of the mountain.

Herbert pushed open the fence in the corner of the village, looking a little lost.

As the leader of this bear-man tribe, he was supposed to bring back enough honey for his people every day when the sun rose, but today the wooden barrel that should have been carefully held in his arms was dragged to the ground by him, and there was not a drop of honey in it.

Many of the bears had already risen and waited at the entrance of the village, and after seeing Herbert's dejected appearance and the empty barrel, all the bears had frightened expressions on their faces, and some could not help but sob.

A bear-man who was only a little shorter than Herbert stepped forward, his voice trembling, "Herbert, is that honey..."

"You guessed it right, Morton, all that honey was ruined by the storm. When Herbert said this, it was as if he had aged by a decade in an instant.

Honey, a luxury that is usually only found on the tables of nobles in Middle-earth, is more than just food for the Bear People.

The bears are omnivorous, grass, sprouts, and fresh fish can fill their stomachs, but they only have the effect of filling their stomachs.

If they don't eat honey, it won't make a difference for a short time. Over time, they will fall into a special state of weakness, and their bodies will become limp, so that their tall and strong bodies will become a burden, so that even the most basic predatory abilities will be gradually lost.

Based on this situation, all the bears form tribes around honey-covered areas, and the strongest and most selfless warriors in the tribe will watch over the hive-mounted plants day and night to ensure the longevity of the bear-people tribe. In a war, even if the Bearren are defeated, it is very rare for the victorious side to destroy the hive.

You can defeat the Bears, but don't try to ruin their honey.

Fables such as this are full of warnings in historical texts, and the danger of the Ursa losing their honey has been written in their historical texts with countless blood.

Without honey, the tribe would slowly die.

This was the major dilemma Herbert faced.

"We are a bear people in the Gondor region, and all the hive plants in all the nearby areas have been transplanted here. Unless we leave Gondor to find honey again, but without honey, how far can we go out of Gandor when we are weak?"

Herbert's punch sent mud splattering on the ground, "It must have been those damn Sea Clan Storm Ripper Warlocks, how could an ordinary storm be so big?"

What Herbert didn't know was that the truth of the matter was really enough for him to guess. It was precisely because the Sea Clan let Chang Hao and his party go, and their incompetence and rage caused the entire coastal area of the Aegean Sea to be shrouded in the haze of storms. The bear people happened to catch up with the worst time of luck, and they were directly ruined by the storm.

"The bear god Volibel, our devotion to you has not changed for thousands of years, don't abandon us, give us hope for survival, even if it's just a little!"

The strong bears gathered to discuss what to do with the tribe, but honey was always a hurdle that could not be bypassed, and the more the big guys discussed, the more frustrated they became, and they could not come up with an effective and feasible solution, and finally they all fell to their knees in the muddy water and prayed to their bear god.

The people who overlooked every move of the bear people from a high place were silent, and these bear people spoke in a loud voice, and they could listen to the content of the wind without leaving ten.

Chang Hao knows a lot about the habits of the bear people and knows what honey means to them. Without honey, it would not be long before their hundred-hundred-strong group would become slaves of other races or even dry bones.

It's a pity that he doesn't have half a drop of honey on his body, otherwise he would be willing to form this good fate, after all, saving the bear's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter.

"Wait... Honey?" Chang Hao, who wanted to take this opportunity to lead the team to slip away, suddenly remembered something, and stared at Amilia's storage ring.

He had a rough but hopeful plan in his head, and it was a bold idea.

The bears were prostrate on the ground praying, but the sound of untimely footsteps sounded at the entrance of the village, which was immediately picked up by the more alert bears.

"Who!" Herbert stood up from the muddy water, he looked so burly when he stood up completely straight, the bulging muscles of his arms were more powerful than those of the hammerhead shark rider, and there was a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"I'm here to help you. Chang Hao, who appeared alone, stopped.

"Humans, how can there be humans here so far away from the Northern Province?" Herbert's small eyes were full of doubt, but he quickly didn't bother to think about such a thing, and when the guy in front of him was an ignorant adventurer who crossed the line, he roared loudly: "Get out of the way, humans!

Chang Hao was still standing there, with no intention of leaving.

"Big brother, why are you talking so much nonsense with a human being? after breaking a few bones on his body, he will naturally know who is in charge here!"

Morton, whose prestige in the bear clan is only one head shorter than Herbert, is angry, they have just lost the honey they rely on for survival, and now they are angry, and they are worried that there is no sandbag for him to vent their anger, and immediately roared and rushed towards Chang Hao, his tall body of almost two and a half meters upright ran like a small truck with long legs!

However, to the surprise of all the bears, the human whose head was only up to Morton's waist did not flee, but stood in place in a daze, as if he did not see Morton rushing towards him at all.

Herbert's heart tightened, as the head of their bear people, his eyesight was not comparable to that of ordinary bear people. He really hadn't seen a human being who could stay still under the charge of the bear people, but it was nothing more than two situations.

Either they are scared silly, or they are self-reliant, strong and fearless.

Herbert met the young human's eyes, and the cold light in those eyes reminded him that this human could only be the latter.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to remind, two disproportionate fists collided, and a strong wind of brute force suddenly blew in the village.