Log in to the farming game in advance

Chapter 413
The desert area in the northern region of Niutou Country.

The orc with an automatic rifle in his hand moved forward with a heavy load. Tom the orc wiped his sweat. Behind him were 300 infantrymen and a few locals.

"My lord, there is a small clan in Beimo who believe in desert flames. If we go there, we might find what your lord is looking for." A fifty-year-old tauren bowed his waist and said flatteringly.

Tom picked up the gun, "If you dare to lie to us, you will understand the consequences."

The bull-headed old man looked at the gun, trembling in fear, and tremblingly said: "Don't dare, there is really a clan that believes in flames in Beimo, but the land over there is too barren, and there are very few of us. Do business with the little tribe over there."

Tom nodded, taking his word for it.

It took several days for the troops looking for the oil fields to cross the mountains and reach the northern desert, with yellow sand flying in front of them.

To enter the desert, you need the help of camels. There is such a village at the foot of the mountain. The orcs used force to requisition a group of camels, and the whole army entered the desert.

When Allen was observing the half-animal, half-plant mutated beast king, Tom and the others had been walking in the northern desert for five days.

In the desert, there is a large temperature difference between day and night. The orcs are as hot as dogs during the day, and cold as hell at night. It is expected to be around ten degrees at night.

Except for a few local tauren who were a bit difficult to resist, the other soldiers were all awakened ones, and they survived with their strong physique.

On the sixth day, a small piece of green appeared in the world of endless yellow sand. At first, the orcs thought they had seen hallucinations, but after observing with binoculars, they saw the freshwater lake and green trees in the oasis, as well as dozens of simple wooden houses.

"Great, the oasis from back then is still there, so they should still be alive." The orc who led the way breathed a sigh of relief. He was really under a lot of pressure. If he couldn't find this fire-worshiping clan, he would be lost at the end of the festival.

Fortunately, he found it. In the future, it will not be a problem if it is delicious or spicy.

Tom also showed a happy expression. The desert is often windy these days, and every time the wind blows, he has to wrap his head with a lot of cloth.

The AK47 in their hands is also covered with sackcloth. If the sackcloth is not removed, no one will be able to recognize that the thing in their hands is a thermal weapon.

As we approached, there was a tauren screaming in the small room in the oasis. The tauren man had a wrapped cloth on his head and was holding a long fork.

The women also noticed the outsiders, and nervously carried the children playing outside back into the house.

"Someone is coming, someone is coming!"

All the men in the village ran out, and the men crowded together. The oldest orc inside didn't even have white hair, only a lot of wrinkles on his forehead.

"Clark, what are you doing here?"

Clark is the guide of Tom's group. He has been to this floating place before, and recognized him as a young man more than ten years ago. "Are you Dewey?"

The village head, Dewey, warned: "What is your reason for coming?"

Clark turned his head, looked at Tom and the AK47 in their hands, and said sincerely: "Master Tom, give me a little time, I can persuade them to help us find oil fields."

Clark doesn't know what an oil field is. The oil field is just what Tom and others are looking for. The specific feature is the spontaneous combustion area in the desert, which is also called an oil field.

"Okay." Tom was new here, and without any good method, he took out ten golden dragons from his pocket, "I think golden dragons should be helpful to you."

Tauren Dewey's eyes widened when he saw the golden dragon.

The golden dragon can go to the orc city to exchange food for several years, as well as new clothes, which are of great value.

Ten minutes later, this primitive and backward village was successfully attached to the Lionheart Kingdom and was willing to become a citizen of Lionheart.

And the price of buying and selling them was only ten golden dragons, superficial short-sightedness sold them.

Fortunately, the Lionheart Country didn't want them to die. Tom just wanted to find oil fields and complete the task of finding fossil energy.

"The burning desert?" Dewey, the current village head, heard the other party's request, his eyes lit up slightly. "Are you talking about the sacrificial place? It's an hour's walk away from here."

The belief of this small village is flame, and the flame in the desert is the main object of their sacrifice.

"Yes, take me to see." Tom excitedly said.

After the army had a simple lunch, the whole team set off again to the place of sacrifice.

On the way, the sand in the wind poured into Tom's mouth and nose from time to time. Tom was in a good mood, ignoring the influence of the wind and sand for the time being, and asked, "By the way, why are there no pure human races in your village?"

Every small village is a dangerous target for the army to wipe out. This time they didn't see human beings, and they didn't encounter fierce resistance, which made Tom feel a little uncomfortable.

It is normal to fight wits and courage with human village chiefs, but suddenly there is no such thing, which makes him and the army a little unaccustomed.

After Tom spoke, the soldiers behind him unconsciously glanced around to see if there was a possibility of a surprise attack.

"Uh, our village does have a human village chief, but that human village chief quit suddenly, and then he passed the position to me." Dewey said embarrassedly.

"Give it up? When did it happen?" It was the first time Tom heard that the human village chief didn't want his post, so he put down his burden and ran away.

According to the human psychology written by His Majesty Allen, the human race is a kind of people who are keen to fight for power. It stands to reason that the development of the village is the right way, but today Tom heard that a human had run away, which surprised him. .

"It seems to be in March. The village chief inspected the sacrificial place for a long time. When he came back, he stamped the village chief's seal and passed it on to me. After that, he brought a few pots of water, a package of dry food, and led a camel and set out on the road alone. No one knew where he was going, and he didn't tell us where he wanted to go."

After Dewey finished speaking slowly, he was a little worried about the safety of the former village chief. He probably died outside after not returning to the village for so many days.

Tom thought of the special situation mentioned in "Human Psychology": "When the human race discovers an important secret and has key interests for him, he may do things that are contrary to common sense, and people often don't understand what he did. The reason, maybe only he himself knows what he's doing."

Tom really couldn't understand what the human village chief wanted to do at this moment. Maybe, as Allen wrote, he himself was doing something unexpected by others.

"Master Tom, here we are, the burning land is ahead."

The orc's voice came to Tom's blue cat's ears. He raised his cat's tail, raised his head slightly, and looked into the distance of the desert, where there was a beam of flames rushing towards the sky.

Tom saw a small gap in the burning ground, and a trickle emerged. The color of the trickle was black, and there was a layer of red-yellow flame on the surface of the liquid.

He picked up the binoculars in his arms, opened the cloth covering the lens, looked at the oil fields in the distance, and zoomed in.

"Found it, it should be oil!"

(End of this chapter)