The desert area of ​​the northern region of Niutou Kingdom.

The orc holding an automatic rifle moved forward with a load. The orc Tom wiped his sweat. Behind him were three hundred infantrymen and several locals.

"Sir, there is a small clan in the northern desert. It believes in desert flames. We may find what the adults are looking for when we go there." A fifty-year-old tauren bent down and pleased him.

Tom carried a gun, "If you dare to lie to us, you will understand the consequences yourself."

The old man from Niuta looked at the gun and shook fearfully, saying, "I dare not, there is really a clan of faith in flames in Beimo, but the land there is too barren, and our people rarely engage in commercial transactions with the small tribes there."

Tom nodded, believing him.

The army searching for the oil field took several days to cross the mountains and reach the northern desert, with yellow sand floating in front of it.

When entering the desert, we 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 entire army entered the desert.

When Allen observed the mutant beast king who was half animal and half plant, Tom and others had been walking in the northern desert for five days.

The temperature difference between day and night in the desert is large. Orcs are as hot as dogs during the day and are so cold that they doubt their lives. It is expected to be about ten degrees at night.

Except for a few local taurens, the other soldiers were awakened and relying on their strong bodies to survive.

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

"It's great. The oasis of that year is still there, and they should still be alive." The orc who led the way breathed a sigh of relief. He was under great pressure. If he could not find this Zoroastrian clan, he would be in danger of his later years.

Fortunately, he found it, and it will be no problem if he eats something that is delicious and drinks spicy in the future.

Tom also showed a happy expression. The desert has been gustling strong winds these days, and every time it blows, he has to wrap his head with a lot of cloth.

The ak47 in their hands were also covered with sackcloth. If the sackcloth was not uncovered, no one could recognize that the things in their hands were thermal weapons.

As we approached, there was a tauren screaming in the small house in the oasis. The man with a long fork was wrapped in a cloth on his head.

The woman also discovered outsiders and nervously carried the children playing outside back to the house.

"Someone is here, someone is here!"

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

"Clark, what are you doing here?"

Clark was the guide for Tom and his group. He had been to this landing and recognized the other party as a young man from more than ten years ago. "Are you Dewey?"

Village Chief Dewey said alertly: "What is your purpose?"

Clark turned his head and looked at Tom and the ak47 in their hands, and said sincerely: "Mr. Tom, give me some time, and I can convince them to help us find the oil field."

Clark didn't understand what an oil field was. Oil field was just something Tom and others were looking for. The specific feature was that it would spontaneously ignite in the desert, also known as oil field.

"Yes." Tom had a new arrival and had no good way to take out ten golden dragons from his arms, "I think the golden dragon should be helpful to you."

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

The golden dragon can go to the orc city to exchange for years of food and novel clothes, which is of great value.

Ten minutes later, this primitive and backward small village successfully joined the country of Lion Heart and was willing to become a citizen of Lion Heart.

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

Fortunately, the Lion Heart Kingdom didn't want them to die. Tom just wanted to find the oil field and complete the task of finding fossil energy.

"Burning desert?" The current village chief Dewey heard the other party's request and his eyes lit up slightly, "Are you talking about the place of sacrifice? It's an hour away from here."

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

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

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

On the way, the sand in the wind was sometimes poured into Tom's mouth and nose. Tom was in a good mood. He temporarily ignored the influence of the wind and sand and asked, "Why are there no pure human race in your village?"

Every small village is a dangerous target for the army to clear out. This time they did not see humans and did not encounter fierce resistance, which made Tom feel a little uncomfortable.

The normal situation is to fight wits and courage with the human village chief. Suddenly, it didn't make him a little uncomfortable with the army.

After Tom spoke, the soldiers behind him also unconsciously swept around with their eyes to see if there was any possibility of a raid.

"Well, there is indeed a human village chief in our village, but the human village chief suddenly quits, and then he passed the position to me." Dewey said embarrassedly.

"Stop doing it? When did it happen?" For the first time, Tom heard that the human village chief was not allowed to do his job, so he put down his burden and ran away.

According to human psychology compiled by His Majesty Allen, the human race is a kind of person who is keen on fighting for authority. It is logical that the development and expansion of the village is the right way, but today Tom was surprised to hear that a human was running away.

"It seems to be in March. The village chief went to the sacrificial place for a long time. After he came back, he stamped the village chief and then brought a few pots of water, a package of dry food, and took a camel and went on the road alone. No one knew where he was going, and he didn't tell us where he wanted to go."

Dewey finished speaking slowly, a little worried about the safety of his former village chief. He hadn't returned to the village for so many days and probably died outside.

But Tom thought of the special situation mentioned in "Human Psychology": "When the human race discovers an important secret and has a key benefit to him, he may do something that is contrary to common sense. People often do not understand the reason for him, and perhaps only he himself knows what he is doing."

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

"Mr. Tom, I'm here, and there's the Burning Land ahead."

The orc's voice came into Tom's blue cat's ears. He raised his cat's tail, looked up slightly, and looked into the distance of the desert, where a beam of flame rushed into the sky.

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

He picked up the telescope in his arms, opened the cloth wrapped around the lens, looked at the oil field in the distance, and his vision enlarged.
Chapter completed!