Wolf King

The autumn wind blows by, and the only withered yellow leaves on the treetops can no longer withstand the call of the earth. They bid farewell to the branches and return to the embrace of the earth.

"Hiss...it's so cold in this place early!" A tall, strong and fat figure jumped out of the bleak woods, shivering while pulling up his pants, complaining incessantly, "The Cuili Plain is still warm, here But it's almost like winter!"

Outside the woods, beside the gurgling brook, there were more than a thousand orc warriors squatting or standing, looking sharp and fully armed. They were clearly divided into two sides according to their hair color. Thick brown hair with white hair all over the other side.

A white-haired orc with a furious beard sitting on a cowhide suitcase turned his head and glanced at the complaining brawny man, frowned slightly, and said coldly, "Really? I think, compared with Windfury Plateau, the cursed The climate of the land is much milder.”

The brawny brown-haired man let out a "hey" and didn't answer the words, but waved to his own soldiers: "Have you rested, guys, get ready to go!"

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

The orcs who crossed the York Mountains and entered the cursed land did not dare to take the best way to the north. It is quite dangerous for them to get too close to the Samar Snow Mountain; After all, the territory is not very good-looking.

The only thing that these uninvited guests can use is the coastal path.

Traveling is boring, especially in such a strange and desolate foreign land.Although they did intentionally avoid the locals, it was unavoidable that they hadn't seen any living people for more than half a month.

In a sheltered canyon, two groups of Far Eastern orcs with distinctive features still did not intend to mix with each other, and each occupied a flat area and camped overnight.

The wild boar roasted on the raised bonfire was sizzling and dripping oil. Two young white-haired orcs turned the grill while brushing barbecue sauce on the wild boar with a small brush.

One of them seems to be closer to their leader, busy with his hands, talking to the leader who is sitting next to him cleaning and maintaining his weapons: "General, those snow werewolves really got a rich man in this place." Big tribe, then why don't they live in the middle of the cursed land with the tauren, and they have to go to such a remote place?"

When the young man opened his mouth, someone beside him echoed: "Yes, we saw nothing but barren mountains and wastelands along the way."

Before the White-haired General could speak, the young man turning over the grill said: "Don't guess, if there is no great benefit, why are the Moon Bear guys willing to send people here to blow the cold wind? Their Cuili Plain The squeamishness of our white bears is not like our white bears who can stand the severe cold."

The white bear fighters resting around laughed loudly, and some people cast contemptuous glances at the moon bear's camp.

General Bai Xiong pulled up the corners of his mouth and smiled in response, but his expression was not as relaxed as the others.

At night, the camp became quiet.

General Bai Xiong arranged the manpower for the night watch patrol, went back to his tent and sat alone for a while, then got up secretly, bypassing the route of the patrolling soldiers, and approached the Moon Bear's camp in the dark.

On the side of the mountain wall, on the back of the thick thorns, Moon Bear's general, the tall and fat brown-haired orc, was sitting on a stone and waiting for him.

General Bai Xiong stood outside the two-meter-high thornbush, looked at General Moon Xiong for a few seconds, and said in a deep voice, "Bazel."

Moon Bear General Bazel stood up and tilted his head slightly: "You also think we should have a talk... right, Wood."

White Bear General Wood walked to stand two meters away from Bazel in silence, and expressed his attitude with actions.

Bazel didn't talk to Wood at all during the day, but now he talked a lot: "Our emperor promised that whichever side captures the most and most important high-level leaders of the Snow Wolf Clan will be able to share and rule the Snow Wolf Clan with the Black Bear Clan family." After a pause, this reckless, rude, and thoughtless guy narrowed his eyes, revealing the shrewdness concealed under his rude appearance, "It seems like a good thing...but because it's so good, It's rather disturbing, isn't it?"

Wood showed a sneer of unknown meaning, and said stiffly: "You moon bears, are you also afraid?"

Bazel was not angry, but let out a "hey hey": "On the way, I heard you mention the comparison between Windfury Plateau and Blasted Land at least five times. It seems that the promise you white bears received is different from ours. Did our emperor make another promise to you, if you can take down the grassland tribe, the emperor will allow some of your white bear clan to move to the cursed land?"

Wood's face changed suddenly.

The Moon Bear Clan (actually brown bears) is the largest branch of the Bear Clan, with a total population of more than 500 million. It owns Moon Bear City, the most prosperous city in the Far East, and also occupies the most fertile and vast Cuili Plain in the Far East—the Lion Clan. Compared with it, the Golden Plain can only be regarded as a corner land.

In contrast, the situation of the white bear family is a bit worse.They live in the coldest Windfury Plateau because they are afraid of heat and love the cold. The climate suits their preferences, but the rations and living materials of more than 200 million ethnic groups have become problems... The climate is close to the Samar Snow Mountain, and there are at least half a year in each year. On the Windfury Plateau where the cold wind is howling, not to mention staple food, self-sufficiency in supplementary food is very problematic.

The snow elves living in the same climate zone don't have this trouble, because the snow elves have a small population, and with the efforts of several generations, they have created a giant magic circle to cover the entire Ice and Snow King City. The white bears don't have this condition...

Bazel looked at this old opponent with pity: "Hungry people will swallow the meat of poisonous scorpions without hesitation. I think this may be because even though the snow wolf clan has precedent, your white bear clan is willing to leave." The reason for their old ways.”

Wood's face was ugly, his cheek muscles were tense, and his body, which was a little taller and stronger than Bazel's, trembled slightly, as if he would rush forward and beat him violently at any time.

Bazel secretly took half a step back, but still kept talking: "Everyone in the Far East knows what will happen to the Snow Wolf Clan who are loyal to the Tiger Emperor. It is your business if the White Bear Clan wants to become the second Snow Wolf Clan, but It’s best not to get us Moon Bears involved.”

With red eyes, Wood took a step forward, his hands clenched with fists and his arms protruding with veins, and he gritted his teeth: "Why, you want to say that your Moon Bear Clan has no interest in the Snow Wolf Clan's wealth?"

Bazel chuckled again: "Of course... no! I just want to remind you that the black bears did not act with us!"

After finishing speaking, this guy ran back to his camp without hesitation... They are all bears, so he still doesn't know what kind of temper Wood is!

Wood glared at Bazel's figure and disappeared into the thorn bushes. His clenched fists were released, and his tense facial muscles immediately collapsed.

As one of the twelve generals of the White Bear Clan, Wood naturally knew that the Beast Emperor had ulterior motives in showing his favor to the White Bear Clan.

It stands to reason that it should be a matter of course to be loyal to one's emperor... But, 200 years ago, the way the Tiger Clan drove the Snow Wolf Clan from the peak to the quagmire made all the orcs in the Far East feel sorry for them!

The Snow Wolf Clan, who had been loyal to the Tiger Clan until the last moment, was feared by the Tiger Clan who had lost the Tiger King, and would not allow an adult clan member to leave the battlefield alive!

And the Bear Emperor who ruled the Far East after the Tiger Emperor, in order to suppress the floating hearts as soon as possible, and to resist the pressure from the elves, there was no room for tolerance and kindness at all. Instead, he was a hundred times more vicious than the Tiger Emperor... So the Emperor and The looming rift between the various ethnic groups naturally has no chance of healing.

But no matter how much the White Bear Clan fears the Beast Emperor in their hearts, the wealth created by the Snow Wolf Clan in the cursed land and the massive food produced are indeed what the White Bear Clan desperately desires and cannot refuse; Thinking of himself as the future half master of the cursed land, he unconsciously examined this land with critical and satisfied eyes.

The cunning Bazel saw through the determination of the Ice Bear Clan and was also greedy for the wealth of the Cursed Land, so he tricked Wood out and played such a trick...

In the next few days, Wood did not have the mood to critically examine the future territory, and kept the furthest distance from Bazel with a dark face.

At this time, the prairie tribe whose homeland they have been running for many years is regarded as a possession by others, is digging trenches, hiding sentry towers, and laying traps on routes suitable for entry and exit in the southwest...

In a valley that is not too far from the water source and is suitable for camping overnight in everyone's opinion, several big cats are hanging on the steep mountain wall with ropes on their bodies, and they are using steel brazing on the hard mountain wall Dig holes.

It took more than two hours, and after the big cats were so tired that their hands were weak, they finally cut holes in the mountain wall more than 30 meters above the ground; they slid down slowly and carefully picked up the The slender glass tubes wrapped in cotton cloth and straw climbed up the mountain wall again, and stuffed them into the holes one by one.

"Be careful not to damage the vines on the mountain, hide the lead wire in the vines and pull it down!" On the ground, the gray dwarf Charles, wearing a hard plastic helmet, raised his head and shouted.

"Don't worry, we've even preserved the moss so well that you can't see it!" the big cats who were busy installing dangerous items waved.

The goblin Baron ran around the valley twice on his short legs, kept looking up at the surrounding mountain walls and the space in the valley, and seemed to feel unsafe, so he ran back on his short legs again: "Charles, what's the matter?" The two sides of the block are a bit far away, and the rocks that have blown down with the amount we installed probably won’t hit this side, so what if someone else camps here?”

"It's easy." The gray dwarf Charles lifted his helmet and said confidently, "Let's artificially clear a field near the mountain wall, leaving some bonfire remnants, gnawed bones and so on. People who pass by here can tell at a glance that this place is commonly used by local people to camp, and they will definitely camp here.”

"Will this work?" Goblin Baron didn't quite believe it.

"Don't worry, I asked Mr. Aldoni and the others specifically. Travelers are more accustomed to camping in places where others have lived. This will avoid many safety hazards. Let's take advantage of this... um In Ayun’s words, it’s a psychological blind spot.” Charles confidently raised his finger and pointed to the layout area he had finalized, “The manual detonation device we use is very flexible, and the lead wire can be pulled out of the valley from there. Our secret sentry is deployed in that forest, 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 wall, then we will not detonate and adopt the second plan: pour the prepared bad water into the nearby pool, and wait for them to have diarrhea and cripple our people Then come in and clean up. Although the danger will be greater than blowing up the mountain wall and burying the enemy in one breath, as long as our people are careful, there will be no problem."

Goblin Baron scratched his bald head, reluctantly agreeing with Charles' idea.

After installing the explosive tubes for the project and arranging the lead wires, they hid the assembled wooden house in the canopy of the forest at the mouth of the valley. Charles, Baron and the others left two goblins as secret sentinels, and hurriedly packed up their things and rushed to next place...

Yes, these black-hearted traps set along the road can only be operated by goblins or gray dwarves in groups of two - if the enemy is in ambush, the two goblins can kill each other without injury; If you don’t take this path, then the tree house/burrow where the two goblins/grey dwarves squat here for a while is not a waste of manpower...

Even unexploded engineering explosives can be recycled and reused!Nothing is wasted!

Weak as goblins/dwarves, they can also play a role in fighting the enemy, and can also participate in the battle to defend their homeland. This is the spirit of resistance shown by the grassland tribes against the enemy~!

Autumn on the grassland is gradually entering the countdown, entering various passages in the southwest region, under the barren and empty appearance, there are countless murderous intentions hidden...