At the end of the valley pass was the first line of defense set up by the orcs against the barbarians on the icy tundra.Being able to get here through the long road of death and the valley passage with little to no food replenishment, the barbarian legion will face a serious supply crisis, and it is very unreliable to bring in food and grass from the road of death.Therefore, there has never been a single barbarian coalition that has successfully conquered this place, and this place is known as the Eternal High Fortress.The two-hundred-meter-wide valley passage is tightly blocked by a log wall seven or eight meters high, and under several watchtowers more than thirty meters high, blood-red orc tribal flags flutter in the gale, and the loess rammed city wall is lined with huge catapults, and on the side are huge stones as high as a hill, which can easily smash the magic caravan flat.On the steep mountain beams on both sides, huge stone castles were built every ten meters, and I could even clearly see the cold eyes of the orc warriors inside.Caterina and I sat at the window and looked out, watching the caravan Master Leopas write to the orc warriors guarding the level, smelling the perfume in her hair, and I couldn't resist playing with a lock of her hair with my fingers, and Caterina seemed to enjoy the inexplicable affair with me.It's not ambiguous, at best it's just a game between a big girl and a little boy.Finally, when it was almost noon, the caravan completely passed through the fortress level.Our magic caravan slowly drove along the 10-meter-wide main loess rammed road into the Yemeni fortress, passing through the 50-meter-long central main road, flanked by the same seven-meter-high log walls, somewhat resembling the layout of the urn city.When the convoy passed through the main road of the fortress full of oppressive atmosphere, and passed the Yemeni fortress, I saw that there were many low stone houses built close to the fortress to the south of the tall fortress, which looked like the houses of ordinary residents, but these houses were built irregularly, and they were crowded together in twos and threes, almost making it larger than the village and smaller than the town stronghold without a completely straight road.I asked Caterina to hold me on the railing of the caravan's doorway, and she held me so I could see farther.This is the first time I've seen the stronghold of the orc tribe, it is very distinctive, it looks more like a bunker made of stone, it is the same prototype building, it is made of some kind of large cobblestone base, the stone wall is made of mud and dry grass, the stone hut is narrower and narrower the higher it is built, and finally the roof is closed with a lid made of thatch, the whole hut has no windows, only a poor door frame, and some huts don't even have a door, only a dry beast skin.A few orc children with leather skirts around their waists sat in the sun in front of their homes braiding their houses, their clear eyes full of curiosity about our caravan, but no one would come up to watch.On both sides of the street of the stronghold, there are piles of domestic garbage, which exude a strange smell.I could see the fear in the eyes of the orcs in the colony seeing the Thunder Rhinos.My first impression here was that of poverty and shabbyness, as if they could no longer be poor, and they had almost nothing but a pile of stones picked up by the river.The second impression is that this is decadent and negative, these half-grown children of the orc tribe would rather sit on the rocks in front of their homes and bask in the sun, than no one wants to clean up the streets or go out to hunt in the wild, as if they only know how to wait.I didn't find the shadow of Kuzi in them, warriors who loved life, loved nature, and were full of struggle and fighting spirit like Kuz."
This is a shantytown of war slaves, those are the descendants of war slaves, they have no future, they are just waiting for one day to fight and die on the battlefield."
Kig stood beside me and explained to me, "Real orc soldiers live with their families in the fortress, or in the town of Yemen, a few kilometers away from here, oh, there's a free market there, will you walk with me later?"
”I was thinking of finding a free market to see if there was anything for Nati bows or something, and I was going to buy one for Kuz, when I heard that Kig also had the idea of visiting the orc free market, so I agreed, saying, "Okay, I just want to go." ”"By the way, meet your brother so that we can talk about our group."
Kig added later, her voice as beautiful as a human, and her talking eyes sparkling like jewels.Her white and almost finger-piercing face was covered with a light veil that covered her face, and her long black hair turned chestnut, and I vividly remember the first time I saw her, her long hair was burgundy, reflecting her seductive eyes, beautiful like a goblin.Later, when I met her one morning on the road to death, her long hair had turned black, and at that time her beautiful face and slightly emaciated figure, and her cheesecloth skirt, made me think that she was a little dancer with no status in the troupe.And now she was wearing a tight blue buckskin armor that set off her slender figure, and she was wearing demon antelope leather boots at her feet, and a bronze sword with intricate magic patterns hanging from the ribbon around her waist, and I could feel the magic fluctuations on this sword without even using magic perception.Seeing that she is already dressed and ready to go, what else can I say?
Fortunately, Qige usually deliberately makes herself more plain, just like she looks more like a sister next door, her appearance is only beautiful and exquisite, her figure is also thin under the background of leather armor, her hair is simply combed into a ponytail, she does not wear any accessories, and she stands quietly next to me and Katarina, and unconsciously makes people ignore her existence.I looked at the magic sword more than two feet long hanging from her waist, and I had the heart to persuade her: Sister, don't be so public, okay.I swear, I said it in my heart, and I was still standing on the beam of the guardrail at the door, and Caterina was behind me to help me avoid being turned down by the slow-moving caravan, and her hands clasped around my waist, and she also looked with me at the orc houses, and I knew that she was also full of curiosity about the orc tribe, after all, she also had one-eighth of the orc blood in her."
Why don't I change my dagger?
I also have a Sword Breaker in my collection.It shouldn't be so public. ”Kig said calmly.When I heard this, I was shocked, and my eyes widened and I asked her, "Miss Qi, can you see what I am thinking?"
Can you read minds?
”Qige gritted his silver teeth and glanced at me boringly, and hummed in a nasal voice: "When you look at my magic sword, you all pull your eyebrows together, I don't know what you think?"
”I was immediately silent.The caravan had followed the main road for five or six kilometers south, and finally reached the small town of Yemen, built behind a gentle mound.Standing on a mound covered with sand date bushes, you can see the Yemeni town below the slopes.This is a slightly deserted and depressed town with no simple walls, the whole town is about four square kilometers in size, and the jagged square stone houses are lined with wide streets, many of the townhouses have smeared with triple earth on the walls, and there are simple wooden windows, the window frames are stretched with thin cowhide window paper, and the wooden doors of each stone house are very thick, like a stone slab standing up.There are only two main streets in the town, which meet in a cross shape in the center of the town.The more the stone houses are built on the edges, the more dilapidated and low they become, and even some abandoned stone houses have been buried by the wind and sand, revealing only grassy roofs.Some orcs could be seen passing in the streets, and when they saw the caravans appearing on the mounds, they all began to talk about each other, and even some strong orc warriors came out of the stone houses with weapons and looked at our caravan coldly.Judging from the architecture of the town, the maximum population of this town should not exceed 15,000.Fearing an unnecessary misunderstanding, the caravan made a detour down the dirt slope and camped on the flat wasteland on the west side of the town, where there was a well to which the caravan needed water.One of the things that caught our attention in the town was the free market in the square in the center of the town.When Katerina heard that she was going to the market, she had already changed her dress and followed behind Kige, and we just waited for the caravan to stop, then jumped out of the caravan to meet Kuz, who was waiting outside, and the group of four walked towards the Yemeni town.Kuzi looked very excited, probably a feeling of going home, and kept pointing to the buildings everywhere to introduce me, and in his mouth I learned that this town was just a logistics supply office outside the Yemeni fortress at the beginning, because the orc garrison here would occasionally exchange military supplies for some living goods and meat, and slowly the orcs of the scattered small tribes around here began to gather, and they would bring the hunted goods to exchange for some food and salt, and slowly evolved into a town dominated by a free market.As I passed by the well, which was made of large strips of granite, I looked curiously at the orc women who were squatting by the well to wash their clothes, all dressed in thin linen shorts and skirts, with tough and durable cowhide sleeveless shirts and leather stockings, and the whole body was covered with bits and pieces of cowhide straps.These orc women have thicker hair, thicker facial contours, tall figures, thick hands and feet, slightly dark skin, and twisted braids on the top of their heads.A few orc children also followed them to play in the water along the well, and the sight of them reminded me of Kuz's innocent and cute appearance when he was a child.Unexpectedly, when they looked at Kuz, they would all throw a kind smile, and even an enthusiastic orc aunt squatted by the well and shouted to Kuz: "Orc boy from afar, do you want sweet well water from the estuary?"
Where are you from?
Did you trade with caravans?
”Kutz paused and replied politely, "Thank you for your kindness, Mama."
We have come from the distant Dwarven King Stan's Black Iron City, to trade with the Gruuddin tribe.Passing by, I wanted to see the goods in the market. ”"We also have the largest free market in a hundred miles in the town, go for it, boy.Good luck. ”The orc woman's voice was rich and kind, and when she spoke orc language, she always accentuated the end note, which made me feel the charm of the regional language.