On this day, Bag woke up from his tent early, as usual, packed up his tent, and prepared to continue his journey, his goal was the northern golden land, where all the good beast boys yearned!

Bagh was a young warrior of the Southern Thunder Clan, and three months ago he had said goodbye to his parents and younger siblings, packed up his salutes, and set out on his own journey to the north.....

A few days before leaving, his parents persuaded him many times, but he still insisted on his dream, because of his good qualifications and hard work, he was actually valued by the people of the royal family, and even had the intention of promoting him to be the captain of the guard, which is a very good future for an orc who is not of royal blood, and he is still very young, and he is even very likely to become a foreign general....

But Bag was reluctant to take such a path, because he knew that if it was not for the royal blood, the pinnacle of this life could only be a foreign general, like his grandfather, although he commanded tens of thousands of troops with the position of general, but he could not inherit the glory from generation to generation like the royal family.

In the grassland, even if you make more military achievements, no matter how many cattle and sheep are rewarded, it is unreliable property, because of a weather change, your cattle and sheep may instantly disappear, only two generations after the death of his grandfather, his family has changed from a general to a family similar to an ordinary family, and he has seen with his own eyes how his family has decayed in more than 20 years....

And this kind of thing, it is impossible to happen in the royal family, in a big tribe like Thunder, the royal family each has a great elf totem, and this thing is the heritage of the beast family, and it is also the foundation of the royal family, as long as you have this, even if there are four or five generations of royal family members, the next generation can still enjoy the best resources and training, and this kind of treatment, without the elf totem, ordinary families, can not enjoy.

So when he was very young, Bag was determined to go to the north, because for orcs of ordinary blood, only in the golden soil of the northern steppe can they have the opportunity to get the elves, and only in the north can ordinary orcs transform into royal families!

Three months ago, Bag embarked on a journey with his passionate dream of more than 20 years.....

But after three months, he found that this road was not easy to walk, and the three-month trip to the north made him feel more and more difficult....

The environment of the northern grasslands is much harsher than that of the south, with an arid climate, more sandstorms, and very low precipitation, resulting in the overall quality of the northern grasslands being much inferior to those in the south.

And the northern grassland is really big, so big that Bagh walked for three months without seeing a single person, and because of the barren grassland, Bagh often did not see a single prey for more than ten days in a row, and he and his mount Tommy had not eaten a full meal for many days....

When he came, many old people in the tribe helped his parents persuade him, saying that this is a gambler's road, and every year the southern grasslands do not know how many young junjie will rush to the north with unrealistic dreams, and there are even those young sword saints of the Fire tribe clan among these people, but there is no one in ten thousand who can successfully achieve the goal and come back....

It was only at the beginning that he felt the difficulties of the north in the mouths of the old people......

After coming out of the tent, Bagh looked at the gray weather and sighed slightly, and began to pack up his salute against the dry and cold frost, maybe he should listen to the old man's advice, even if he chose to go on the road in the cold winter.

To be honest, he regretted it slightly in his heart, but he had already come to this point, and it was naturally impossible for him to choose to go back in shame....

I couldn't help but complain a little in my heart, why is the golden soil in such a barren north.....

Just as he was complaining, Tommy, who had been listless because he couldn't fill his stomach, suddenly stood up with a wit and looked behind Bagh with a wary gaze.

Bagh was stunned for a moment, and then he didn't have time to pack up his tent, so he picked up his broadsword and turned around and looked over.

The terrain of the grassland was very flat, and from far away Bag could see what made Tommy vigilant, which was a myriad of black shadows, and as these black shadows approached, the ground shook significantly.

Before the person arrived, he put a lot of pressure on Bag, and knew in his heart that this should be a heavyweight team....

Bag comforted his somewhat uneasy mount, and looked over with a slight puzzlement, Tommy is a trained elite black lion in the Thunder Clan, and he never cowards when he rushes on the battlefield, and it is rare to see it so uneasy, and he suddenly becomes more and more vigilant about the things coming from the opposite side....

Finally, while waiting, he first saw a flag raised high in the distance, it was a big orange and yellow flag, the chess board was very large, and it gave people a lot of momentum, but the embroidered things on the flag made Bagh slightly stunned....

If he's not mistaken.... That should.... It's a .... Cabbage?

Why do you embroider cabbage on flags?

Bag had a strange look on his face, but before he could complain, the orcs under the banner had slowly come into view.

Bag could see clearly, there was a neat row of minotaurs at the front, all tall and burly, at least nearly four meters tall, Bag had seen a lot of minotaurs in the Thunder tribe, but it was rare to see that tribe could make up so many such strong minotaurs at once, after all, the four-meter-tall minotaurs in the general tribe, there are only two or three at most.

And the most important thing is not the physique, but the set of battle armor on their bodies, which exudes a cold and hideous light in the sun, just one glance at Bagh can judge that it is definitely a high-quality excellent battle armor!

Armor is very scarce in the grassland, one is because there are fewer ores in the grassland, and the second is because the forging of armor on the grassland needs the assistance of fire spirits, and it is rare for small tribes to let all soldiers wear a full set of iron armor, especially this kind of minotaur, they are too large Even in the big tribes, many minotaurs wear leather armor....

There are at least a thousand minotaurs in front of this, right? Those who can arm thousands of minotaurs wearing iron armor must be a big tribe....

Just as he was thinking about it, the beast tribe on the opposite side seemed to have discovered him, and several black shadows suddenly ran towards him, and when he saw this, Bag took a deep breath and shook the weapon in his hand....

"Black Lion? Are you from the Thunder Tribe? ”

After a few seconds, a slightly hoarse voice asked itself with an inquiring gesture.

Bag was stunned, and when he got closer, he saw clearly that the Nima jumped over was actually two jackals, and the reason why he didn't recognize them at the first time was because of the same sophisticated set of chain mail on their bodies!

When he got closer, he realized how fine this armor was, the metallic luster and exquisite style, he had only seen it on the royal guards in the tribe, and it felt that the texture was not as good as the one in front of him....

Suddenly, an incredible feeling rose in his heart, which tribe of this Nima is so extravagant and equipped with such good equipment for the gnolls?

Even the Wind Tribe, which doesn't discriminate against the Jackals, can't give this kind of treatment, right?

"Hey, what about you!" The two gnolls frowned when they saw each other's expressions.

Hearing this, Bag calmed down, then stood up straight, and said coldly: "I am Bag of the Thunder Tribe. Hand of the Giant! ”

Bag looked at each other with a haughty face, the older generation said to him, in the north, don't be cowardly under any circumstances, the harder you are, the more people will respect you....

Hearing this, the two gnolls looked at each other, and then their tones softened slightly: "Please come with us, Lord Alice, please!" ”