After returning to the initial camp, An Hao remembered that there was a warg in the camp.
This poor child, despite being injured, has not even had a bite to eat.
"Gragon, why didn't you feed me before you left?"
"Master An Hao, all the food is at your place."
"Uh, okay."
After feeding the warg, An Hao began to apply medicine and bandage to it.
Two minutes later.
Looking at the wolf legs wrapped into rice dumplings, An Hao nodded with satisfaction, "Okay, let's set off."
Warg: "Ouch??"
Ignoring the bewildered expression on the warg's face, the two set out on the road again.
"Gragon, the warg is lame. Please ride more slowly and be more protective of him."
"Then Master Anhao, don't ride so fast!"
"Ouch~"
...
After continuing the journey for two days, An Hao saw a stream in the distance.
On the bank of the stream, there are figures moving around. Judging from the style of clothing, they should be an orc tribe.
"Lord An Hao, that is the Blackstone Tribe."
Gragon's voice was filled with uncontrollable joy
"Okay, let's go quickly."
...
The climate of the black soil grassland is arid, and every water source is extremely precious, and the people who occupy it regard it as life.
The water source of the Blackstone Tribe is a small stream, only 3 meters wide at its widest point, but the orcs still call it the Blackstone River. Moreover, the Blackstone Tribe also sends more than ten orc warriors to station at the Blackstone all year round.
Beside the river.
As soon as An Hao and Gragon appeared in the sight of the orcs, a patrolling orc immediately issued a warning.
"Enemy attack!"
More than a dozen orc warriors came upon hearing the news, holding primitive weapons such as bone spears and bone blades in their hands. The leader was a 2-meter-tall big man.
The orcs stared at the two figures in the distance with full vigilance.
As the two got closer, the orcs also saw their faces clearly.
"Shaman?"
When the big man found Gragon, he was so surprised that he shouted repeatedly.
"It's the shaman!"
"The shaman is back!"
The big guy quickly cleared the alarm and led everyone forward.
The two sides soon met together.
Seeing Gragon, the orcs immediately cheered.
"Lord Gragon, is it really you?"
"You are finally back!"
"Shaman, everyone misses you so much!"
It can be seen that Gragon is very popular among the Blackstone tribe.
Gragon smiled and said: "Haha, little Gada, you have grown taller."
The big man touched his big head shyly and said, "Shaman, you should call me Gada instead of adding 'little'."
Gragon laughed, and the other orcs also laughed.
Gragon responded to the orcs who greeted him one by one, with a smile on his face.
An Hao suddenly felt that his smiling face was not so ugly.
The orcs chatted for a while and noticed An Hao's presence. Everyone was confused as to why the shaman brought a human back. However, since Gragon didn't tell him, they didn't ask.
"Gada, go and summon all the people from the tribe to the tribal hall. Remember, no matter who it is or what they are doing, everyone must be summoned here. If someone doesn't come, just ask him to get out of the tribe!"
The big man looked solemn and said, "Yes! Master Shaman." Then he began to call on his subordinates to take action.
After doing all this, Gragon ran to An Hao again, smiled and said: "I'm sorry, Master An Hao, I was too happy just now, please forgive me."
An Hao waved his hand, "It doesn't matter, I don't care about this."
Gragon bowed, "Thank you for your kindness. Next, please follow me to the tribal hall, where your loyal subordinates are waiting for you."
"Okay, lead the way."
...
The so-called tribal hall is just an extra-large tent. It is obviously not made by orcs, and it is unknown who they robbed.
An Hao sat on the main seat, and beside him stood Gragon.
People from the Black Stone Tribe, ranging from old men to newly born babies, have gathered here one after another.
The beast-eared girl that An Hao longed for was also among them.
Moreover, they are still a pair of sisters.
With her pointed ears erect and the wolf tail hanging down behind her, she must be the wolf girl.
As an experienced painter, in addition to painting dragons, An Hao occasionally receives other orders. He quickly made a judgment from a professional perspective.
165,78,56,79.
159,89,54,82.
An Hao glanced at it and looked away, otherwise he would be exposed, oh no, it would make him look like an LSP.
In the hall.
The expressions of the orcs ranged from surprise, suspicion, and even anger.
However, these were all suppressed by Gragon relying on his prestige.
Two wolf girls were whispering.
The younger wolf girl asked, "Sister, why is that human sitting in Lord Gragon's seat?" Her big black eyes were full of doubts.
"Lord Gragon has his own motives for doing this. We just need to obey Lord Gragon's instructions." The older wolf girl's face was plain, but the light flashing in her eyes showed that she was not at peace in her heart.
When the last orc arrived, Gragon announced his decision to join Anhao.
The orcs were in an uproar.
"Take refuge in a human being! How is this possible!"
"Master Shaman, are you crazy?"
"Bah! What a bullshit shaman! You are just a sinner who blasphemed the glory of our ancestors!"
Many orcs no longer care about Gragon Shaman's identity, question him, and even speak harshly to him.
The orc chief Gordog is the angriest one.
On weekdays, Gragon suppressed him and let him be the second oldest warrior in the Blackstone Tribe. Now, he hired a human to be the boss and made him the third oldest. How could he bear this?
Gordog looked angry and asked loudly: "Gragon, you traitor! You actually want to sell the tribe to humans!"
Facing Gordog's anger, Gragon's expression remained unchanged, but in fact he was already making calculations in his heart.
He planned to use Gedog and his cronies as sacrifices for An Hao's evil sacrifice to show his loyalty to An Hao. If An Hao let the remaining people go, he would continue to follow An Hao. If An Hao didn't
Let go and lead some tribesmen to retreat secretly to preserve the fire for survival.
Sorry, old man...
Gragon sighed inwardly, adding another fire to Gordog's heart, "Gordog, are you disobeying Lord An Hao's will?"
As soon as these words came out, Godog was so angry that he was shaking all over.
"You fart!"
Gordog took out the bone ax behind him, jumped up, and slashed at Gragon.
As for An Hao, he was completely ignored.
A skinny human boy, he was probably the second generation ancestor of some noble family, and there was no way he could be a strong man.
But suddenly, the warrior's combat intuition set off alarm bells in Gordog's heart.
dangerous!
The direction of danger is none other than that human boy!
Godog didn't have time to think too much, he held the bone ax horizontally and turned from chopping to blocking.
boom!
The huge force coming from the bone ax made Gordog feel that all his internal organs were out of place.
Godog flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground.
There was dead silence in the whole place.
The first warrior was defeated like this?
The expressions of the orcs suddenly became complicated.