Wolf King

The autumn wind rolled over, and the only yellow leaves that remained on the treetops could no longer withstand the call of the earth, and weeping from the branches and returning to the earth.

"His...it's so cold in this place!" The tall and fat figure jumped out of the woods of Xiao Se, trembling while lifting his pants, his mouth could not help complaining, "The Cuili Plain is still warm, here It's almost like winter!"

Outside the woods, gurgling by a stream, or squatting or standing there are more than a thousand powerful and fully-armed orc warriors, divided into two sides according to their hair color-one side is as fluffy as the strong man who entered the forest Thick brown hair color, with white hair on the other side.

A white-haired orc sitting on a cowhide rucksack and turned his head to look at the complaining strong man, frowned slightly, and said indifferently: "Is it? I think, compared with the wind-rage plateau, curse The climate here is much softer."

The brown-haired man said, "Hey," instead of answering this, he waved at his soldiers: "Are you resting, guys, ready to go!"

The two orcs quickly packed their luggage, cleared the traces left by the team resting here, and continued westward along the stream.

The orcs who cross the York Mountains into the Cursed Land do not dare to take the best way to the north. Too close to the Samal Snow Mountain is a dangerous thing for them; it is not possible to pass through the middle if they break into the Tauren tribe Territory, after all, the face is not very good-looking.

These uninvited guests can only use the coastal path.

Hurrying up is boring, especially in this strange and desolate foreign land. Although they did intend to circumvent the locals, they did not see the living people for half a month, and it was really unsettling.

In a sheltered canyon, the two groups of distinctive Far Eastern orcs still have no meaning of mixing with each other, and each camped on a flat ground overnight.

The wild boar roasting on the rising bonfire was running down the oil. Two young white-haired orcs turned the grill and brushed the wild boar with barbecue sauce while using a small brush.

One of them seemed to be closer to their chief, and he was busy with his hands. He kept talking with the chief who was sitting next to him who wiped and maintained the weapons: "General, those snow werewolves really got rich in this place. Big tribe, then why don’t they live with the tauren in the middle of the cursed land, and have to run to such a biased place?"

The young man opened his mouth, and someone beside him echoed: "Yeah, we have seen nothing but barren hills and wastelands."

Without waiting for General Bai Mao to speak out, the young man turning the grill said: "Don't guess, if there is no great benefit, how can the Moon Bear guys send their hands here to blow the cold wind? Their Cui Li Plain The squishy bag is not like our white bear family can withstand the cold."

The white bear soldiers resting around laughed loudly, and some people cast contempt at the moon bear camp.

General Bai Xiong raised the corner of his mouth and smiled, but his expression was not as relaxed as others.

At night, the camp was quiet.

General Bai Xiong arranged for the night patrol manpower, went back to his tent for a while, and got up secretly, bypassing the patrol soldier's route and taking advantage of the night to approach Moon Bear's camp.

On the side of the mountain, on the back of the bushes, the general Moon Bear, the tall, fat brown orc, was sitting on the stone waiting for him.

General White Bear stood outside the thorn bush more than two meters high, and stared at General Moon Bear for a few seconds, and said with a deep voice: "Bazer."

General Moon Bear Basel stood up and tilted his head slightly: "You also think we should talk to each other...right, Wood."

White Bear General Wood walked silently to Basel, standing two meters away, and expressed his attitude with action.

Bazel did not talk to Wood at all during the day, which was a lot of talk at this time: "Our emperor promised that which side catches the most and most important seniors of the Snow Wolf family, which side can share the ruling Snow Wolf with the Black Bear family Familiarity." This paused, this seemingly reckless, rude, and innocent guy narrowed his eyes, exposing the shrewdness beneath the rude appearance, "This looks like a great thing... but it's just too good Instead it makes people uneasy, doesn't it?"

Wood gave a sneer of unknown meaning, and stiffly: "Are you moon bears, will you be afraid?"

Basil was not angry, but instead said, "Hey": "On this way, I heard that you mentioned at least five comparisons between the Windfury Plateau and the Cursed Land. It seems that the promise you receive from the White Bear is different from ours, Has our emperor made any more promises to you, and if he can win the grassland tribe, the emperor will allow you the white bear family to move some of them to the cursed land?"

Wood's face changed suddenly.

The Moon Bears (in fact, brown bears) are the largest of the bears, with a total population of more than 5 million, and the most prosperous city in the Far East, Moon Bear City, which also occupies the most fertile and vast Cuili Plains in the Far East mainland-the Lion Compared with the golden plains, they can only be regarded as corners.

In contrast, the situation of the white bear family is almost worse. Fear of heat and cold, they live on the coldest wind-rage plateau, the climate is in line with their preferences, but the food and living supplies of more than two million people have become a problem...The climate is close to the Samal Snow Mountain, and at least For half a year, the wind and fury plateau of the cold wind and fury, let alone staple food, supplementary food self-sufficiency is very problematic.

Snow elves living in the same climate zone do not have this trouble, because the snow elves have a small population, and with the efforts of several generations, they have created a huge magic circle to cover the entire ice and snow king city. The white bear family has no such conditions...

Bazel looked at the old opponent with pity: "Hungry people will not hesitate to swallow the poisonous scorpion's flesh. I think this may be that even if the Snow Wolf clan precedes, your white bear clan will leave The reason for their old ways."

Wood's face was ugly, his cheek muscles were tight, his body slightly taller and stronger than Buzzer trembling slightly, and he seemed to be unable to control and rush forward.

Bazel took a step back in silence, his mouth still not stopped: "What is the end of the Snow Wolf family loyal to the Tiger Emperor, everyone in the Far East knows. The White Bear family wants to do the second Snow Wolf family is your business, but It’s better not to involve our Moon Bear."

Wood's red eyes approached a step forward, the arms of his hands with fists protruded, and his teeth were gritted: "Why, you want to say that your Moon Bear family is not interested in the wealth of the Snow Wolf family?"

Bazel smiled again: "Of course...No! I just want to remind you that the Black Bear family did not act with us!"

After talking, this guy did not hesitate to stand up and run back to his camp...they are all bears, he still can't figure out what kind of temper Wood is!

Wood glared at the disappearance of Basil's figure in the bushes of thorns, and then released his fist with a squeak, and the tight facial muscles collapsed.

As one of the Twelve Generals of the White Bear Clan, Wood naturally knew that the Beast Emperor had additional ulterior motives to show his favor to the White Bear Clan.

It stands to reason that loyalty to one's own emperor should be taken for granted... But the fact that the Tigers moved the Snow Wolf from the peak pit to the quagmire two hundred years ago made all Far Eastern orcs feel the same!

At the last minute, the Snow Wolf tribe who had been loyal to the Tiger tribe, was afraid of the Tiger tribe who lost the Tiger Emperor, and even did not allow an adult tribe to evacuate the battlefield alive!

And the Emperor Xiong, who ruled the Far East after the Emperor Tiger, in order to suppress the floating people's hearts as quickly as possible, in order to resist the pressure given by the elves, there was no room for tolerance and kindness at all, but he was more fierce and fierce than the Emperor Tiger... The faint cracks among the various races naturally have no chance of healing.

But no matter how deeply the White Bear family fears the beast emperor, the wealth and food produced by the Snow Wolf family in the cursed land is indeed what the White Bear family desperately desires and cannot refuse. Treating yourself as the future half-master of the cursed land, unconsciously looking at the land with critical and satisfied eyes.

The cunning Bazel saw through the determination of the White Bear family, and this bastard, who was also greedy for the wealth of the cursed land, deceived Wood and played such a trick...

In the next few days, Wood really did not critically examine the mood of the future territories, keeping his furthest distance from Bazel with the darkest face.

At this time, the homeland that has been operating for many years is regarded by others as a baggage tribe, and it is digging trenches, Tibetan guard towers, cloth traps on the route suitable for entry and exit in the southwest.

In a valley not far from the water source, it seems suitable for everyone to camp overnight. Several big cats are tied with ropes, hung on the steep mountain walls, and are brazed with steel to the hard mountain walls. Cut holes.

After spending more than two hours, the big cats were tired and their hands were soft, and finally they made a hole in the mountain wall that was more than thirty meters high from the ground; slowly slide down, carefully Pick up the slender glass tube wrapped in cotton cloth and straw, climb up the mountain wall again, and plug it into the holes one by one.

"Be careful not to destroy the vines on the mountain, hide the leads inside the vines!" shouted the gray dwarf wearing a hard plastic helmet on the ground.

"Relax, we've kept the moss well and we can't see it!" Big cats busy installing dangerous goods beckoned.

Goblin Baron ran two rounds in the valley with his short legs, and could not help looking up at the surrounding mountain walls and the space in the valley. It seemed that he felt not very secure, and ran back with his short legs: "Xiaer, this The two sides of the block are a bit far away. The rocks that our installation has exploded may not hit this side. What if someone else puts the camp here?"

"It's easy." Shir, the grey dwarf, lifted his helmet and confidently filled the ground. "We've cleaned a field on the side near the mountain wall, leaving some bonfire remnants, gnawed bones, etc., People who pass by here know at a glance that this place is a camp commonly used by locals and will definitely camp here."

"Is this useful?" Goblin Baron didn't believe it.

"Relax, I specifically asked Mr. Aldoni what they asked. Travellers who go out are more used to camping in places where others have lived. This will avoid many security risks. We will use this... um In Ayun’s parlance, it’s a psychological blind spot.” Shire raised his finger with confidence to the layout area he had finalized with one hand. “The manual detonator we used has great flexibility, and the lead wire can be pulled out of the valley from there Our dark whistle is set in the woods, and we can see the situation in the valley by climbing to the tallest tree."

"If the people who entered this valley did not camp near the mountain walls, then we would not detonate and take the second set of plans: pour the prepared mold water into the nearby water pool, and wait for them to diarrhea and disabling our people. Come in and clean up again. Although the danger will be a bit greater than burying the enemy in one fell swoop, but as long as our people are careful, the problem is not big."

Goblin Baron grabbed the bare head, barely agreeing with Shire's idea.

Install the explosive tube for the project, arrange the leads, and hide the pre-assembled wooden house in the canopy of the woods at the mouth of the valley. Shire, Baron and others left two goblins as a dark whistle, and hurriedly packed up and rushed Next place...

Yes, for these traps set along the road, they have only two goblins or gray dwarves-the enemy is in the middle, and the two goblins can kill each other without injury; the enemy is not in the middle, or directly Did not go this way, then the two goblins/gray dwarves squatted in the tree house/burrow for a while, it is not a waste of manpower...

Even unexploded engineering explosives can be recycled and reused! No waste at all!

Weaknesses like goblins/grey dwarves can also play a role against the enemy and participate in the battle to defend their homeland. This is the spirit of resistance displayed by the grassland tribe against the enemy~!

The autumn on the grassland gradually enters the countdown and enters the various passages in the southwest region. Under the appearance of barren and empty, there are countless murders hidden...