Chapter 94 Thorn Rose

Hundreds of miles away, on the north bank of Jinghu Lake.

At dusk, a heavily armed army came to the outside of Dole Tucheng.

The glow of falling shines on the earth city, putting a layer of golden coat on it, but it can't hide the smell of decader.

The once bustling city has completely turned into ruins. Only the walls on three sides are still intact. Several frightened fox rats rushed through the open gate of the cave, and a black crow stood on the top of the half-collapsed arrow tower and screamed.

The female elf An gently pulled the reins, and the beautiful unicorn under the seat stopped obediently.

The unicorn is a third-level warcraft. It is not much different from ordinary horses, but there are horns on the forehead that can release lightning, and the hooves are covered with scales.

It is said that this kind of Warcraft is only close to the pure virgin and is known as the son of the forest. It has outstanding wisdom and ability. It is said to travel thousands of miles easily and can use magic to counterattack the enemy when necessary.

Even in the elf clan, there are not many people who have unicorns. The reason why this female elf at the forefront of the army can have one is because her name is Sisian.

Xian. Paynet, the granddaughter of the Pent family of the Elf Empire, an aristocratic officer known as the thorn rose, has just turned 20 years old this year.

She has long black and purple hair, a straight nose, black eyes comparable to the stars, sharp snow-white ears, and a graceful and straight body... If it weren't for the cold expression, I don't know how many people would be fascinated by such a charming posture!

The elf knights behind her were obviously a little absent-minded. Their eyes stayed on Xi'an all the time, but they were afraid that they would be found by the other party to cause unhappiness. The contradictory psychology made these handsome elf knights comparable to women look unmanly.

In fact, in the elves that respect female surnames, many male elves are not even as good as the brave black elves - the latter are all female surnames.

Looking at the completely desolate city in front of her, a touch of evil spirit flashed in the elf's eyes. She could fully understand the anger of Alicia, the commander of the legion.

These orcs are too arrogant!

For a long time, the Third Legion of Unicorns has not dealt with it too seriously. The orcs remaining in the northern edge of the whistling forest think that there are many goblin tribes to suppress, and these reptiles and fleas will naturally be annihilated over time.

But the reality gave Alicia a heavy slap in the face. The fall of Dole Tucheng, the fall of the Diyan tribe, and the life and death of Terena, who had something to do with Alicia, are unknown!

The Third Legion of Unicorn Di lost an important source of income and even affected this year's expansion plan.

She suddenly turned around, and her voice was colder than the hard ice on the snowy peak: "Hasn't there any news from the waiting team?"

The elf knight who was swept by her eyes suddenly sweated and lowered his head and dared not speak.

Several elf knights next to

couldn't help gloating.

Oh! ~ A crisp and loud eagle sound pulled the elf knight out of the embarrassing situation. He seemed to grab a life-saving straw and hurriedly raised his arm and his lips roared.

A blue-gray falcon fell from the air and stood firmly on his arm.

This is a rare second-class Warcraft green-winged falcon. It has extremely fast flight speed and a pair of keen eyes. After being tamed, it can be used to convey messages and detect the enemy.

The elf knight took out a circle of paper from the round wooden tube tied on the feet of the green-winged falcon, and did not care to open it. He directly presented it to Xi Qian'an: "Your Excellency, the news of the scout team!"

Xi Qian'an took the paper roll with a blank face. After opening it, she looked at it carefully, and her face became more and more gloomy.

The black elf scouts sent by the advance army spent a few days searching on the northern edge of the roaring forest. They did not find any traces of the orcs. They contacted several goblin tribes and only got a little news.

It is likely that the Diyan tribe was destroyed by an orc tribe called Crazy Hammer. This tribe was supposed to be very weak, but it suddenly rose in just a few months, and even destroyed the green field and took its tribal valley camp for itself.

Due to the arrival of winter, other gobrin tribes did not immediately retaliate, and did not expect that they dared to attack the Diyan tribe.

Another piece of news is that the whereabouts of a scout sent by the scouts in the direction of the original green tribe camp are unknown, and there is no scope within the specified time, which is very likely to be an accident.

At present, the scout team is rushing there at full speed. Once they find the enemy, they will immediately write a name at the end of the intelligence letter, which is the new leader of the Crazy Hammer tribe.

"Crazy Hammer Tribe, Leon!"

The rose-colored lips gently spit out the name, and Sisian's eyes turned to the north.

Twilight is like blood.

...In the north, the southwestern province of the Kingdom of Bemon.

Leon once again set foot on this land really controlled by the orcs, but this time he was no longer surrounded by only a few people, but more than 1,700 ethnic groups and more than 2,000 subordinates.

The responsibility on his shoulders is too heavy.

That night, the Hammer tribe camped in the forest on the north bank of the Nucang River. Because there were not enough tents, the soldiers lit a lot of bonfires to let everyone take turns to rest.

This marginal forest is not very large. The mountains ahead are the vast northern grasslands.

If you don't consider that there are too many inconveniences in marching at night, you can actually reach it at night.

By the bonfire, Xue Ni carefully poured the boiled water into the teacup, and the tea leaves inside rolled up and down, emitting a faint fragrance with the rising heat.

She squeezed her mouth and gently blew a few mouths of the hot tea, blew away the floating tea residue on it, and then delivered it to the front of Leon.

Reon was not polite. He took the teacup and drank it all whether it was hot or not. The heat flowed straight from his throat to his lungs, making him feel comfortable all over.

Xue Ni took the empty cup and began to pour the second cup of tea.

"Sister Xue Ni, don't be too accommodating to him. If you want to drink tea, he won't pour it himself?" The rose beside her couldn't help saying that she didn't like Xue Ni's gentle service to Leon and Leon's uncle's style.

"Oh!" Leon smiled and said, "I'm happy. You're too broad-minded, aren't you?"

This little woman is unhappy, and Leon is even more unhappy! A good and tender cabbage, I can't swallow it. What's more depressing than this?

According to Elder Munstein, Xue Ni's talent is very good, but it takes at least one to two years to become a formal shaman.

This means that in the past two years, Leon can only look at the greedy, hug and kiss and can't push it down!

If you crooked again, I will push you down! Leon thought evilly in his heart.

He is not a fool. Of course, he can sense Rose's affection for himself and the little jealousy of Xue Ni.

It's just that this little girl is not as soft and obedient as Xue Ni. Her surname is stubborn and face-seniable, and Leon has been busy with tribal affairs recently, so she can't have any intention to hunt for beauty.

His current thoughts are all about how to rebuild the new territory for the Crazy Hammer Tribe. It's not that everything will be fine in the southwest province.

The real trouble is yet to come!

The last time I went to Tomund City, Leon knew something about the situation in the southwestern province.

The nearest city from here is called Glee. It is a medium-sized city with a population of about 50,000. The rock fortress near Glee is stationed in two regiments of the southwestern provincial garrison.

Since the migration of the Kingdom of Bemeng to the north, many tribes have died and merged, and the Bemeng orcs have also lived in the city like the human race. Many of the orcs have expanded their families, established new territories, and put their children into the army.

This is very similar to the situation of the human nation. The land of the kingdom is either owned by the kingdom itself or divided up by various families.

As the last migrating animal tribe, how should the Crazy Hammer tribe have a foothold?

Of course, Leon hopes to have his own territory, but he still has no clue how to do it. At present, he can only take it step by step.

"The elder, after our tribe leaves the forest tomorrow, I'm going to go to Gleay to meet the highest officer of Gleay to see if we can draw a territory for our tribe." After thinking about it again and again, Leon said to Elder Munstein, "After all, we can't wander around, and it's not right to occupy a place."

"Hmm!" Elder Monstein smiled bitterly. He pointed to the land under his feet and said, "If I remember correctly, the land here was owned by a wolf family ten years ago. Strictly speaking, we violated their territory."

"Invasion of territory?" Rose was stunned: "We just stayed here for a while, not hunting here. As a fellow race, they migrated from the roaring forest. Can they still drive us away?"

"That's the worst case. It shouldn't happen..." Elder Monstein's voice became low: "But we must be prepared. The current Bimon is not the Bimon of decades ago, let alone hundreds of years of years!"

Leon knows in his heart that the worst situation mentioned by Elder Monstein is likely to happen.

His experience in Tomond City let him know that the orcs also have all kinds of power struggles, and they can completely abandon their moral conscience for the benefit. The Kingdom of Bemon is not a paradise of paradise. The people living here are far less united than the orcs in the roaring forest.

"Don't worry, everyone," Leon said with a smile, "If the kingdom doesn't give us an explanation, then I will go directly to Archbishop Farns for help!"

Although he said so, in Leon's heart, he was unwilling to go to the archbishop again.

There is no free lunch in the world, and you have to pay the price to get it.

Ask an archbishop for help, the price will never be low!

(to be continued)