The northwestern part of the Antagrich continent is a vast wilderness made up of deserts and wastelands that are constantly intertwined. Because of the dry climate and lack of rain, coupled with year-round strong winds and sand dust, the living environment can be said to be quite harsh, and it is really impossible to compare with the mainland.
Compared with the lush plains in the center. Except for a few oasis-like areas with abundant water resources, the other lands in the northwest are mostly barren and desolate. Only some dwarf needle grass or dagger shrubs with strong drought resistance can mix the sand and gravel here.
Take root and grow in the soil.
The Behemoths and barbarians who were forced to migrate here due to defeat thousands of years ago now mostly have to rely on grazing cross-footed goats, dromedary camels or sand donkeys in the wilderness to live a hard life.
.Compared with the high fertility rate of Beamon and the barbarians, the food that the northwest wilderness can produce is really pitiful. So every time spring comes, a large number of newborn babies will die midway due to hunger or cold. Even those
Half-grown children who manage to live to be three or four years old may not be able to survive the torture of spring famine. In the end, they can only bury their tiny withered bones in the desert fields covered with gravel.
In order not to starve to death or to prevent their family members from starving to death, too many Behemoths and barbarians choose to enter the hurricane wasteland to make a living. They become thieves and kill people until they are killed. Endlessly, generation after generation. The cycle repeats. And this
This is the fundamental reason why the caravans that have been marching in the wasteland for a long time will only encounter more and more robberies and looting by thieves no matter how hard they try.
There was a time when becoming a thief and entering the wilderness to rob humans became the wish and ideal of almost every child in the northwest. Whenever those Behemoths and barbarians who went out to "work" brought cars full of belongings,
When the scars and the bodies of fellow villagers returned to the village, it was the most lively and festive moment for the whole village. From the captured trophies, the women and children who stayed in the village saw for the first time exquisite porcelain that was whiter and more delicate than ivory.
The colorful silks that seem to float in the wind when you take a breath, the transparent crystal cups that reflect the luster of gems... and the bags of shiny gold coins.
Just one successful robbery, the wealth harvested is enough for the entire village to spend and eat for two to three years. Of course, most of the exquisite goods of the human caravan will eventually be bought by the Junkers in the royal capital or the distinguished Behemoth priest.
The price is not very reasonable, but for poor and half-starved civilians, it is enough to fight for such benefits.
Unfortunately, the "feast" of the civilians in the wasteland did not last too long. Once again, the senior officials of Krulod discovered the huge hurricane wasteland and began to put their hands in it themselves.
After countless games, battles, negotiations, and compromises on and off the table, in the end, the huge benefits of Hurricane Wasteland were shared by the temple, the Senate, and the military. And on the same day that the agreement was reached, three shares
The privateering licenses issued by the military, signed by the Senate in red, and endorsed by the temple were directly sent out by the officials and awarded to "Wolfgang", "Barbarian Totem" and "Tailan Wind" respectively. Since then,
The thieves in the Hurricane Wasteland ushered in the terrifying "Three Big Era". The small thieves groups that used to be like loose sand and locusts were quickly integrated and incorporated into a group of semi-free vassals. As for the few who refused to
The die-hards who accepted orders or adjustments were immediately attacked by the three giants, and even the villages behind them were completely razed to the ground.
In the end, when the new order of iron and blood was re-established, the entire Hurricane Wasteland trembled and prostrated under the swords of the Three Giants. The huge wasteland truly became the rich pasture of Krolod, and the human business
The team is like fat sheep kept in a pen. They will be selected every once in a while for the owner of the sheepfold to feast on.
The climate in the wilderness in early spring is extremely cold. Although the snow on the ground has begun to melt in large areas, the low temperature brought by the melting snow is even more bone-piercing and piercing.
However, at this moment, little Fletcher no longer had the intention to care about his hands and face, which were turned blue by the cold. Because if he could not repel the ferocious barbarian thieves in front of him, he and the nearly a hundred people in the caravan might be killed.
They will all turn into miserable ice corpses in this desolate world of ice and snow.
"Go to hell! Kill you!" Little Fletcher summoned all his strength and thrust the dagger in his hand at an ugly big-eared barbarian.
"puff!"
Facing the sharp dagger forged by humans, the barbarian's rough leather armor was unable to resist, and was pierced through the chest at once. Blood mixed with lung fluid erupted from the wound when the dagger was withdrawn, accompanied by incomparable pain
The screams filled little Fletcher's head and face. However, before the young mercenary could wipe the blood off his face, a huge barbed mallet was already pressing on his head like a mountain.
Little Fletcher couldn't dodge, and raised his sword to parry with all his strength, but the huge force from the mallet bounced the tiny dagger away, and then hit the mercenary's face mercilessly, knocking the entire
His head exploded like a watermelon.
"Little Fletcher!"
Another mercenary next to him saw that his partner was killed instantly, and immediately rushed forward with a roar, raised the spear in his hand and stabbed the big orc who killed little Fletcher. Unfortunately, because of too much force,
The mercenary's revenge blow slid past the orc's body. Before he could retract his spear, another big-eared barbarian rushed up from behind and stabbed the mercenary in the waist with his short knife.
Then he viciously stabbed him several times, killing him completely.
"Hold on! You must hold on! Defeat these damn thieves, and the Tulip Merchant will reward each of them with a hundred gold coins!"
Seeing his own escort mercenaries fall dead or injured under the enemy's blade one by one, the caravan manager no longer cared about money and shouted for a sky-high reward, just to withstand the attack of the barbarian thieves. However,
The power of gold coins cannot always reverse the situation. In the constant flow of blood and flesh and blood, the defense circle of the human caravan is rapidly collapsing. If it weren't for the brutal attacks of the barbarian thieves, who suffered heavy casualties, I'm afraid
The caravan can no longer be sustained.
At this moment, two huge wargs silently stepped onto the top of a hill half a kilometer away from the battlefield.
"Old Crow, it seems it's almost done?" After contemplating for a moment, on top of the white warg at the head, a female werewolf wearing a huge horned war helmet looked at the battle situation in the distance and suddenly laughed. Qingyue's voice came through the masked nose.
The style of the helmet comes out, a little dull, but full of excitement and sweetness of youth.
The female werewolf wears a set of bright red close-fitting leather armor with concave and convex curves. Her beautiful body is enough to set off the hearts of all male animals even if she rides on the back of a wolf. Although her true appearance cannot be seen clearly due to the cover of the helmet,
The peach-colored slender lips that are only exposed can easily conquer the most critical eyes.
"Yes, Miss Margaret, it's just the right time." The old werewolf riding on another gray warg narrowed his eyes slightly, scanned the entire battlefield, and then nodded to the female werewolf.
Different from Margaret's flamboyant and aggressive dress, the old werewolf wore an old mail collar and an old-fashioned domed light helmet. Although both the mail armor and the light helmet were decorated with various repair marks,
But they were all spotless, neat and shiny. It was obvious that the old werewolf carefully maintained and wiped his equipment from time to time.
"Very good, I order, attack!"
After receiving the old werewolf's confirmation, Margaret immediately waved her arms excitedly, then put her finger to her lips, and let out a loud whistle. At the same time, her long and toned legs suddenly clamped down on the warg who was straddling her, taking the lead.
Then he rushed towards the foot of the hill quickly.
At the same time, behind the hill, dozens of wolf cavalry armed with sharp scimitars suddenly rushed out from both sides, like a flood coming out of the gate, driving the wargs with blood-red eyes, roaring towards the battlefield five hundred meters away.
Kill. The sky-shattering wolf howl resounded through the sky for a moment, even suppressing the roar of the wind in the wasteland. This is the signature bugle of the Crow Lord Wolf Rider.
"Ah, it's the Wolf Cavalry!"
"What should we do with so many wolf cavalry?"
"It's those Wolfgangs! It's over, we're all done!"
Looking at the numerous wolf riders rushing towards them like a surging tide, a cold feeling of despair suddenly emerged in the hearts of every remaining caravan member. If we were to face the attack of the bandit group before, the caravan members still held on to the front line.
If they fight to the end with the hope of survival, the appearance of a large number of wolf riders will easily extinguish the fire of hope.
"Wolfgang! It's Wolfgang!" The steward of the caravan looked through the gap in the crowd at the wolf cavalry approaching quickly towards him. He was trembling all over and his lips were purple and blue. At this time, he no longer felt
Any desire to resist or encourage his subordinates.
According to legend, Wolfgang's Wolf Cavalry is the most terrifying shadow of death in the Hurricane Wastes. Since records have been recorded, no caravan has been able to successfully escape to heaven after becoming Wolfgang's prey. No matter where it is.
Whether you stick to it or run away quickly, or even break it up into pieces and break out, facing the fast, agile, tough, and extremely tracking wolf cavalry, even if the entire caravan is composed of rabbits, don't worry.
Want to escape one.
Among all the horrific cases, the most impressive is the "Dresden Massacre" that happened twenty-five years ago.
At that time, a large caravan of several hundred people belonging to the Dresden County of the Kingdom of Erathia was discovered and tracked by Wolfgang's wolf riders while passing through the wasteland trade route. The caravan, which was self-sufficient and powerful, ignored the wolf rider's request.
Instead of warning us to "stop and pay taxes", we set a trap and used the divine crossbowmen who accompanied the team to kill the wolf riders, and skinned Behemoth and Warg as trophies.
But the endless nightmare of the Dresden Caravan officially began from this moment on.
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Thanks to Frank Knight for the double evaluation, Haoyinha; thanks to White Cross for the five evaluation votes, Brother Mengjiang~~~
