"Is this the place where Alger and the others disappeared?" Early the next morning, a bunch of orcs appeared in the messy town of Flowers.

The situation is not small. There are a lot of elite wolf cavalry inside and outside the town. Each one is strong in shape and strong in aura, which is no less than Alger who organized an attack on the Flower Town at that time. It is naturally an amazing figure who can allow so many such elite orcs to serve as guards.

That’s right, the person coming is the current chief of the Breeze Tribe: Hortel. Breeze Roars!

Compared to ordinary orcs, this chief was not very tall and even thin, but all the orcs around him were full of awe in their eyes when facing this short monarch.

Hotel is a legendary existence in the Breathing Tribe. His legendary life is even used as a story script by many human minstrels!

When Holt was born, he was disliked by his father and ordered to abandon him in the Black Canyon because he was disliked by his parents. However, this thin orc who was disliked by his parents did not become the food for the black wolf in the canyon. On the contrary, the wolf pack seemed to know that he was born extraordinary and chose to raise the abandoned orc. Hortle, who grew up drinking wolf milk, had a more wild wolf nature than the royal family at a very young age. He could prey like an adult black wolf at the age of two or three, and could lead the group of wolves at the age of five. The reputation of the wolf child was widely circulated in the Black Canyon.

At the age of six, he accidentally entered the Holy Land of the Fire Tribe clan. He was supposed to be executed by magma, but the elders of the Fire Tribe clan saw that his qualifications were extraordinary and taught his skills personally. At the age of thirteen, he broke the tribe's record for hundreds of years and became the youngest swordsman in the Fire Tribe clan through trials!

Three years later, the abandoned boy returned to the tribe and challenged the previous generation of chieftains, his father: Gulad. The wind roared, and finally won the victory and was crowned king!

Most orcs at the age of sixteen are still wrestling and playing with each other in the mud. They have not yet experienced the adult trial and have not had a black wolf of their own.

But Holt has become the leader of a large tribe with a population of nearly one million and one of the top figures in the orcs!

And during the decades when he was in charge of the Jifeng Tribe, he led the tribes to fight everywhere. From the undefeated achievements, the Jifeng Tribe grew stronger and stronger, and from the most vulnerable existence among the five major tribes in the south, he became an existence that could almost compete with the strongest Lei tribe.

Now he has a great prestige among the tribes. From the beginning, he was not favored by the elders of the tribe to almost becoming the object of worship throughout the tribe. Now he has accomplished a feat that his ancestors have not been able to accomplish, and has brought back all the land that has been lost for hundreds of years in the Moronto Mountains!

Such great achievements will inevitably make him the greatest chief in the history of the Breeze Tribe, no doubt about it!

But at this time the great chief looked very serious. He looked at the footprints on the ground and the traces of fighting around him, and his brows frowned.

"He is a master!" After a long time, Holt said slowly: "There are no more than five people who attacked Alger and the others, and they all serve as one hundred masters!"

"Is it the elite of human beings?" An old man bent down and asked with a frown on his face, frowning.

"Hehe" Hotel leaned over and grabbed the dirt and sneered, "This footprint doesn't seem like what humans should have."

"Is it the same kind?" The old man suddenly looked shocked: "How is that possible?"

"Nothing is impossible," Hotel stood up and said coldly: "There are not many enemies on our grassland over the years, but I am very curious about which tribe can cultivate so many masters."

As he said that, he slowly walked out, looking at the traces of fighting along the way, his expression became more and more serious. Finally, when he reached the valley outside the town, he stopped again and slowly looked at the three goblins nailed to a rock wall.

"What an amazing force!" the old orc couldn't help but take a breath.

"It should be said to be a very amazing archery technique." Holt narrowed his eyes slightly, and his orange-yellow pupils emitted a cold light like a beast.

He looked at the position where the elf player stood more than ten meters away, instantly analyzed the battle situation from the goblin's footprints, and then pointed to it and said: "In that position, facing three goblins that rushed towards it at the same time, one arrow penetrated three and nailed it to this position, which only means that the angle of the arrow was arc-shaped!"

The old orc was shocked when he heard this: "There is such a force at the arc angle? This accurate judgment and this piercing force are probably the same."

"I'm afraid Li Mu may not have the ability, right?" Holt said.

Li Mu. Jifeng Roars, his second uncle, the strongest sharpshooter in the Jifeng tribe now recognized as the strongest sharpshooter!

The old orc opened his mouth slightly, but in the end he did not refute

"It's interesting!" Holt smiled coldly: "I don't know that there is such a power hidden in this south."

"Sir, then we?" the old orc asked nervously.

"Go back first." Holt waved his hand and said, "The other party has a powerful ranger. The traces of retreat are handled very well and cannot be traced easily. Now the most urgent task is to defend Morendo. Let the mouse in the secret be proud first."

"Yes, the Chief is wise"-

At this time, a group of masters in the mouth of Lord Rapid Wind were sitting at the entrance of the base doing inhumane sales like street stall vendors!

"The population has changed, and the delicate girl is like a flower and a strong flower farmer. Change three to one, and I am willing to trade me!"

"The werewolf has changed the flower farmers. It is pure black hair, without any color, and has excellent quality. You can wait for the door to serve as a guard when you retreat, and you can train it to become an excellent scout. One change to two flower farmers, which is a good deal, only today!!"

"The ogre has been replaced by a flower farmer, a strong ogre, an excellent variety of heavyweight guards, a must-have for show-offs. What are you waiting for? Only five flower farmers can replace it, first come, first served!"

A group of first-level players watching the fun outside the base were talking about it.

[I'm going, it's so bad. It's so terrible in broad daylight. When will I do this?]

【Why are we changing flower farmers?】

[Don't you know? Lord Lord developed farmland contracting. Now everyone lacks humans who know how to farm. That thing is now hot, and it's a price per day. Yesterday, a werewolf could exchange three flower farmers, but today I can only exchange two!]

[I'll go, then my sister sent it. I caught forty or fifty flower farmers yesterday and came back.]

【Ah, it turns out that it is the boss’s younger brother, who is your sister?】

[Smelling feet!] The player said proudly.

[It turns out that he is the fifth-ranked elves. He has been revered for a long time and has not been talented. He is willing to exchange 100,000 federal coins for ten flower farmers to help earn points. Can this guy contact me?]
Chapter completed!