The diminutive halfling was carried in a few minutes, and although he struggled to resist the protests, it was not much different from a joke to the big-shouldered orc warrior.

As soon as his feet touched the ground, the little thief waved his fist and threatened viciously: "Damn it! If you dare to pick me up like a rabbit again, I'll give you a good look! ”

The orc warrior grinned and returned to his place without saying a word, it was obvious that he did not take the halfling who was less than the height of his trouser belt in his eyes, not to mention that the thief was inherently inferior compared to the warrior, and there was nothing to be gained from the head-on conflict.

"Hey! What do you mean by that disdainful look? Apologize quickly, or be careful that I'll beat you up! The halfling was visibly enraged, and despite the huge difference in height, the fangs and claws seemed to pounce on the field to find a way back.

"Alright, don't make a fuss, tell me what you've found." Fugner waved his hand impatiently, preventing further conflict.

If it was in normal times, he wouldn't mind standing by and watching the two fight, but now that the enemy is in urgent need of information, infighting will be allowed there.

Hearing his employer's words, the thief didn't want to continue pestering, glared at the orc warrior with a smirk on his face, and directly took out a piece of parchment with various patterns from his pocket: "Your Excellency, this is the tribal banner I have seen and recorded, there are at least twenty, and there are a small number of trolls mixed in them, so many that there is no end in sight. ”

"What?! How is this possible! Not to mention the blood feud between the orcs, goblins, and gnolls tribes, just controlling the exuberant appetite of the trolls is a huge problem, how exactly do they do it?! Fugner was shocked and angry. All of a sudden, his face became very ugly. At the same time, the ominous premonition in my heart became stronger and stronger.

Obviously. There must be a powerful spellcaster joining them, otherwise the trolls with low intelligence would have rioted long ago, for them wealth is meaningless, only fresh meat is the ultimate want.

"I'm sorry, I didn't dare to get too close, there are quite a few wolves and winter wolves in the orc tribe in the team, they are very sensitive, and they can smell strangers within a few hundred meters." The halfling thief explained helplessly.

Fugner took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. Open the parchment and carefully identify the patterns on it.

really responded to that sentence, I don't know if I don't look at it, I was startled when I saw it, especially a one-eyed mark made him break out in a cold sweat in an instant, and muttered to himself: "My God! This is the tribe ruled by the One-Eyed Ronth, who is the supreme overlord of the wasteland. But how could this tribe, which had been living near the Far Star Lake, suddenly go south? ”

It's no wonder he's so out of shape, the One-Eyed Ronth is a living legend in the Supreme Wasteland, and it is said that in his early years he single-handedly slew an adult green dragon, but both eyes were blinded by acid mist.

The orc god "Guush" appreciates his fierce and fearless fighting style. He was given a magical eye that could see through a qiē, and from then on, the reputation of One-Eyed Ronte resounded throughout the wasteland. Even if he was already a fifty-year-old orc, few people dared to come forward and provoke, because hundreds of guys who had their necks twisted alive were the best examples.

Fugner didn't know if Lunt had become a legendary warrior, but he knew one thing very well, that is, the other party's big move this time was definitely related to his defection to the human kingdom, and it was estimated that it was very likely that the orc god "Guush" personally issued an oracle to ask him to consult the traitor.

The thought of engaging tens of thousands of fanatical foes made Fugner's scalp tingle instantly, and although his warriors were now trained to fight and armed with weapons and armor made of stainless steel, victory was hardly guaranteed in the face of such numbers.

On top of that, he was not at all sure that he would defeat the One-Eyed Lunter, and in the absence of a powerful spellcaster to join the battle, the Legendary Warriors were veritable meat grinders, and as long as they had enough body, they could take out an entire army with the power of one person.

"Retreat! Retreat now! Immediately send scouts to all the surrounding villages to take refuge in Wywood City, and tell them to act quickly as long as they don't want to die, and don't care about those belongings. ”

Without any hesitation, Fugna immediately chose to rely on the city to fight a defensive battle, after all, he would not have a tall city wall, and he would be stupid to fight with several times or even dozens of times the enemy, even a barbarian who admired honor could not do that.

As the order to retreat was given, the orc warriors who had just lined up in formation turned around and returned the way they came, and the adventurers who were ambushed in the woods on both sides did not dare to stay long when they saw this situation, and followed closely around the army, and after a while, they withdrew cleanly.

In order to speed up their journey, they threw away all their heavy belongings, carrying only a few days' worth of dry food and water, and the scouts ran all the way to the nearby villages to inform everyone to evacuate.

You must know that the war on the continent of Faeron does not have any "Geneva Convention", and it is basically done according to the principle of not growing anywhere you pass, whether it is the barbarian invasion of civilization or the expansion of civilization to the wilderness, all accompanied by blood and killing, especially the monster tribes that still retain the habit of cannibalism, they are simply mad to the extreme.

Of course, the human race is not far behind, and the Grand Arcanist Ioram did not show any mercy when he waged war against the orc gathering place in the territory of Nessreel, whether it was the old or weak, women or children, as long as it was an orc, they all killed, and the entire hundreds of thousands of orcs were completely exterminated, and even one of them could not get away with it.

There is no right or wrong in this game of you kill me and I kill you, primitive tribes are forced to rob merchants and ransack towns in order to survive, and there is nothing wrong with civilized society avenging their dead compatriots, all of which are caused by backward productive forces and cruel natural environment.

In fact, all wars are only won or lost, there is no right or wrong, and the so-called justice and evil are just the halo that the victors put on themselves, and the losers can only silently endure the humiliation imposed on their heads, who let them fail.

On the way to retreat, Alan asked Fugner with a little confusion: "Viscount." Aren't you going to send someone to inform my father? ”

"Nope. According to the aristocratic laws of the kingdom. It was my duty to hold the city of Wywood, and it would be laughed at by the other nobles to ask for reinforcements before the enemy had been formally engaged. Fugner explained, lowering his voice.

Although the enemy is menacing, he is confident that he will hold on for at least two weeks with his tall walls and excellent equipment, and when the time comes, no one will say anything unpleasant when he asks for reinforcements, and he will even be able to get some affirmation and praise, after all, not everyone can stop the mighty tribal army.

I have to say that Fugner is worthy of being a rare outlier among orcs, and he can think like a human nobleman. Even the political factor has been taken into account. But he forgot one thing, that is, this qiē has a major premise, the city of Wywood must not be missed, otherwise tens of thousands of people will be slaughtered by savage monsters.

Alan didn't quite understand the politics of the country, so he hesitated a little and whispered his opinion: "I'd better inform my father about this matter in a private way, because it is likely to involve some conspiracy against the entire kingdom, and the enemy may have other plans." ”

"Damn! I didn't even think of that. Fugner slapped his head hard and cursed.

Obviously. There was an air of conspiracy in such a large-scale tribal union, if none of them were a matchmaker. Killing him also did not believe that orcs, gnolls, and goblins could live in peace.

While the wildlife of the Supreme Wastes is abundant, ranging from small rock horses to long-haired sheep, during the warmer months, traders, farmers, adventurers, and mercenaries will even venture into the depths to search for and round up horses and livestock before taking them elsewhere to sell.

But in general, most of the best territory has been divided between powerful tribes, and fierce conflicts often break out between each other over cross-border hunting, and sometimes hundreds of people are killed or injured, so it is not an exaggeration to call it a blood feud.

Since it is a blood feud, it is natural to fight when you meet, and in one word to describe it is you life and death, how can two tribes with such a bad relationship be united?

After careful consideration, Fugner sighed helplessly: "Hey...... It seems that this matter is not so simple, send a message to His Majesty the King. ”

Alan nodded slightly: "Please rest assured, I will send the news through a special channel, and there will definitely be no second person who knows." ”

Just as the two were talking, the earth-shattering war drums and desolate trumpets suddenly sounded behind them.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Knock ......"

"Uh......h Woo......"

Gradually, dense black dots appeared on the horizon, many of which were impossible to count, especially the swamp multi-headed lizard that walked in the front, and its huge size gave people an unrivaled feeling, like a monster that came out of a nightmare.

On its back stood several orcs, one of whom had a cruel smile on his face and made a throat-slitting salute in Fugner's direction. There is no doubt that he is the One-Eyed Lond, and only the Eye of Magic can see such a distance.

"Biography...... Legendary Warrior! Alan swallowed subconsciously and said. The moment he was stared at by that eye, he felt an aura of extreme danger, as if he would be killed at any moment.

Fugner patted the boy on the shoulder comfortingly, and immediately shouted at everyone: "Speed up the whole army!" If you don't want to die, run as hard as you can. ”

As soon as the words fell, both the orc soldiers and the adventurers began to run forward without hesitation, they all saw a terrifying number of enemies, so they knew very well what would happen if they fell behind, and they all showed their strength to eat.

On the other side, an orc warrior standing on the back of a swamp lizard cautiously asked, "Great One-Eyed Ronte, do you think you want to send wolf cavalry to pursue?" ”

"No, no, let these weak guys escape, Geush wants to give them a taste of fear and despair, and then slowly kill everyone. Betrayers must be punished with the severest punishment, and those who defect to humanity are not worthy of being called orcs. Lunt narrowed his eyes and replied with a hideous expression.

"I'd better be cautious, Henry. Angome is not an easy enemy to deal with, and even has the power to kill gods, so he must besiege Wywood as quickly as possible before he gets the news. A man wrapped in a gray cloak uttered the words in a commanding tone.

Feeling offended, Lunt immediately stood up and roared, "Shut up, wizard! I have my own plans, and I don't need you to remind me. That fragile human can't hurt the warrior of the great Gułsh shelter, and I'll dig out his heart with my own hands to prove it to you! (To be continued......)